Haha.

The judge was disbelieving.

"He needs to be trained," the father admitted finally and dropped his demand for twenty rupees for his son, "but that is why he will come cheap. And in puddings there is nobody to beat him. He can make a new pudding for each day of the year."

"What can he make?"

"Bananafritterpineapplefritterapplefritterapplesurpriseapplecharlotteapplebettybreadandbutterjamtartcaramelcustardtipsypudingrumtumpuddingjamrolypolygingersteamdatepuddinglemonpancakeeggcustardorangecustardcoffeecustardstrawberrycustardtriflebakedalaskamangosoufflélemonsoufflécoffeesouffléchocolatesoufflégooseberrysouffléhotchocolatepuddingcoldcoffeepuddingcoconutpuddingmilkpuddingrumbabarumcakebrandysnappearstewguavastewplumstewapplestewpeachstewapricotstewmangopiechocolatetartappletartgooseberrytartlemontartjamtartmarmaladetartbebincafloatingislandpineappleupsidedownappleupsidedowngooseberryupsidedownplumupsidedownpeachupsidedownraisinupsidedown-"

"All right. All right."

- The Inheritance of Loss, Kiran Desai

I skipped the whole chunk when reading, only caught every word while copying it into this box. AND IT WASN'T EASY COPYING IT.

On a side note, I must really stop all these short term romances with the stray cats. Its not helping with the guilt that keeps haunting me, like a ghost trapped within the skeleton of my body, slowly becoming one with it.

But then again, I always can't stop myself from giving that pat on the head, and that little stroke below the chin. So let the ghost become one with me, perhaps when it does, then it can be freed.