Evening at Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe, May 2015
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Sunday, April 5, 2015

223. Bitter

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I like chocolates.

But Mama and Papa do not allow me to eat chocolates as often as I want. 

My Didi is great. She always gives me chocolates. 

But something is wrong with Didi.

She weeps continuously when we are in our room, but laughs loudly and looks happy when everybody is around.


Yesterday when she was crying, I offered her chocolate.

“NO! Bittu, promise me; you will never eat chocolate”, she said.

“Never? Why?” I was surprised.

“Because the chocolate is bitter,” she sobbed.


She was so sad that I promised her so.

How can sweet chocolate be bitter?
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