I used to think that Milo in the school cafeteria is the best drink in the world. Twice or thrice a week, I promised myself that I would not go home without drinking it. And so I did it for months... up to the point that I got addicted to it. So addicted that I started to dislike it. I know its taste too much. The taste of happiness and contentment, which turned to fatness, greed, selfishness and foolishness. Months passed again. I no longer buy Milo. But I am starting to miss its taste. No longer the taste of fatness, greed, selfishness and foolishness. Its real taste, its Milo-ness.
I miss drinking Milo in the school cafeteria. I want to drink it now. But I can wait 'til tomorrow.
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