By 3 Pieces Of Mo:Mo is a story written by our secret thinker.
After a very busy day at the office, I finally got time for a lunch break. It was 2 p.m. in the afternoon. Usually, by this time, I used to complete all my tasks for the day.
But, to arrive office at sharp 10 a.m. was always a headache for me. I am a night owl kind of person who hates being an early bird. Late night’s random YouTube searches for hours was my secret of waking late.
Today, I felt more sleepy because I was assigned a dreadful task that I always feared of. I had to go and interview the brand ambassador of Vigilante Corporation.
Who gives such a task to an intern who had recently joined their media company? Ugh, it sounds so boring and frightening at the same time. I hadn’t prepared much, had only 6 questions to ask him and I was late again. I took a cab and was thereby only quarter to eleven.
It felt funny to see our guest waiting for this much for me in the meeting room. Our editor standing on the corner of the office space was staring at my late arrival with his scorching red eyes. Like always I ignored him and headed straight towards the meeting room.
Our cameraman was ready with his camera centering our guest. The man I was about to interview was a jolly big-faced man. I was scared but I eventually let go of it as I greeted him with an apology for the late arrival.
He smiled back and said, “No problem. We can start the interview now.”
I made myself comfortable with him and we started rolling the camera and “ACTION”.
The shoot began, and to make the talk more interesting I made him answer his personal stories of failures and successes.
Let’s fast-forward the interview. The interview went great. I was able to pull a great story from him on my first attempt and he was also happy to share his words with me. We exchanged our cards and bid goodbye with a professional handshake. That’s it.
Now that the most intense task of the day was completed, I was really hungry. Then, my editor happened to come to me. Said nothing about the interview and handed me a list of topics to write the news about. I hate him for doing this to me. This was going boring than ever. I didn’t feel like staying a moment at the office.
A quick glance at other executives working on their computer and I was out of there without anyone’s concern. I was already late for lunch today. It was 2 p.m. My stomach was twisting itself in search of food. So, I walked down the streets searching for a local vendor to worship my hungry stomach god.
I felt like having a mo:mo for lunch today. Actually, that is the common food we Nepalese prefer when we eat out. Irony it is.
I decided to walk a few miles and eat in Dharahara mo:mo Center. That was the nearest and my favorite spot to have lunch. After 10 minutes of rushing, I reached there finally. Uh, it was crowded as always. I bought a coupon and waited in the queue. It was already half-past 2 o’clock. My hunger was cursing me for being irresponsible towards my health.
Tempting For Mo:Mo
Two people left and one and again and yes, it was my turn in the queue. I took the plate full of mouth-watering big mo:mos, put the spicy soup all over it, picked a plastic fork, and sat at the nearest table around.
My mouth was already watery with the fragrance of mo:mos itself. I took a piece of it, dipped it into the sauce, and gobbled it at once before the sauce dipped down on the plate. Oh, the taste was extremely surreal. The flavors were perfectly blended and it was perfectly steamed. You could feel the mo:mo rolling all-around your tongue touching all the taste buds teasingly.
I wasn’t able to resist myself for a minute so I dipped my second piece of mo:mo and the third and the fourth with a very little pause between chewing and swallowing. I now had only 5 pieces of mo:mos left on my plate but I was still hungry as hell.
As I swallowed my seventh piece from the plate, a boy came inside the arena. He was wearing some ragged clothes, an old pair of slippers and his hair looked messy as his life looked.
But his eyes were innocent and real, with a dream he would never achieve. He walked past my table, stared at me, and said, “Can you give me some of those?” I scrolled my eyes around everyone sitting near me and nobody yet noticed his presence. I looked at him again. He was a very young boy in his early tenth year. I predicted. But his future seemed already dark with his present fate. He looked tired, weak and his stomach was empty. It even growled at me as I noticed them closely.
Yet, he was okay with it and was happy for the moment. He seemed like he lived with hope. And today he hoped to survive for the day more as he asked me one more time, “Can I have some?”
I didn’t want to share my hunger with him but my hands unconsciously pushed the remaining 3 pieces of mo:mos towards him as I stared into his eyes seeing his lost hope rise again with joy. He clenched the plate with both his hands and he walked past me. I didn’t know what I did but I felt numb for a moment.
He then ran away. I almost lost him in the crowd. Then I found him near the exit gate. What I saw him sharing those 3 pieces with his 2 younger brothers, my tummy became full. I was happy to share my hunger with him and now we both were satisfied.
I saw him eating the first piece of my last three mo:mos. He searched for my presence as he ate that mo:mo and looked at his 2 brothers having the rest of each piece.
And in a blink of a second, they were all gone.
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