And devoured every bite,
If it's Gaajar Halwa season,
Why is it that the weighing scale goes up for no reason,
It's cruel that's it's winter,
Chennai's pleasant winter,
And we still don't get to eat,
A mountain of sweet treats,
Minus the fear of piling on the pounds,
Yet those delightful thoughts,
Never seem to end,
Sugary delights always make my heart and mind bend,
Sugar, the white drug of this generation,
It certainly has me in a fixation,
Made awesome pancakes last night,
Perhaps I may make them every alternate night.
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