and indulge in a pleasant afternoon in their company since my best friend Elizabeth has been out of town, Tanya and amba have both been kind enough to keep me engaged and preoccupied,

al setting in which to commemorate the Christmas holiday in the company of intimate acquaintances. Upon my arrival at the mac-cherry restaurant, my gaze scanned the room in search of my friends, and I soon spotted T

le, "hello Nina," they exclaimed in unison, their synthesized sal

been eight years since I last spoke to her. "Gracious me!" Tanya uttered, her eyes bulging with incredulity. "Has it truly been that long?" Amba exclaimed. "Yes" I replied, "my parents divorced when I was twelve years old and that was ten years

ter. "let's direct our attention to ordering some food, 'cause I am presently feeling quite peckish". The waiter fortuitously

nya and Amba, both chose the signified variant of fried rice, accompanied by sliced turkey and beef steak. The waiter's countenance radiating a

, bearing our repast on a tray, which he expertly balanced with grace and finesse, the olfactory sensation wafting from our dishes was nothing short of sublime, a true culinary delight for the sense. With

errupting my culinary activity, and diverting my attention from the enjoyment of my repa