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Another Bite, Then Another

Banana Nutella Crepe

Banana Nutella Crepe

Wrote this post on my other blog, then thought that this blog would be an apt place for it as well.

It finally struck me a few days back as to why some of us tend to rush through eating.

I realized that the full intensity of flavor is only available in the first bite. Bite two, it diminishes. Bite three, it is even lesser and then some more. So, if you are the patient kind who takes thirty-two bites per mouthful, then Bite#32 is probably a bland cousin of Bite#1, virtually unrecognizable in flavor, texture, etc. As the mind senses that the food is gradually becoming less flavorful (read tasty), it prompts the hand to push in another spoonful (or forkful or handful) of food into the mouth. Thus, it so happens that even before you finish up the first mouthful of food, you have started on the second. And so on.

It says a lot about how sensitive the mind is to sensation, how it is always looking to be stimulated, and how it desires new experiences (sensory or otherwise).

It takes restraint and maturity to patiently chomp your way through thirty-two bites of food.

Another Bite, Then Another

It finally struck me a few days back as to why some of us tend to rush through eating.

I realized that the full intensity of flavor is only available in the first bite. Bite two, it diminishes. Bite three, it is even lesser and then some more. So, if you are the patient kind who takes thirty-two bites per mouthful, then Bite#32 is probably a bland cousin of Bite#1, virtually unrecognizable in flavor, texture, etc. As the mind senses that the food is gradually becoming less flavorful (read tasty), it prompts the hand to push in another spoonful (or forkful or handful) of food into the mouth. Thus, it so happens that even before you finish up the first mouthful of food, you have started on the second. And so on.

It says a lot about how sensitive the mind is to sensation, how it is always looking to be stimulated, and how it desires new experiences (sensory or otherwise).

It takes restraint and maturity to patiently chomp your way through thirty-two bites of food.

March of the Moment

The ferocity with which the mind grasps at the past is amazing. Years have rolled by, people have moved, lives have been transformed permanently… and yet it only takes a whiff of a scent, a snatch of a song to go back to where and when it all began. For an instant, it feels like time never moved. Thank God for the relentless march of the moment – if only the mind would keep pace with it.

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As I read through one of the stories I penned in 2003 (the Cairo one), it struck me that I was present in all the characters. I saw shades of myself in Lily, and I saw shades of myself in Kais. The same goes for the other story I began in 2001-2002 – there I was, in each one of the three characters. Looks like the Creator can never separate himself/herself from the creation – instead S/he flows into every aspect of creation, coloring it in his/her unique way, and fashioning it in his/her own image… nice.