Opening the packet in the lecture class seemed like a bomb blast. But I guess that’s one of the best parts of a satellite class. Atleast there is no professor to stare you down( just some distracted classmates who might turn back to bless you with their glances). I stealthily put one tiny heart shaped biscuit into my mouth while scribbling about anemias with the other hand. My first reaction was,”It still tastes the same!”
I remember this biscuit being one of my favourites during my childhood. My fingers would point to it as I gave a longing look to my grandmother who would promptly take a packet hanging from the rack and put it for billing. Growing up as a single child for six years(and then my great brother figure made his grand entry), I would sit peacefully down with the packet and enjoy my bounty. I had tried it all-letting the biscuit melt completely in my mouth before swallowing, licking the sugar off first,biting off tiny shapes from it and even feeding my dolls!…
Then somewhere along the way, life changed. That little girl grew up. I continued my schooling in another country. My choice of snacks changed. My choices in life too..And somehow I stopped noticing the red and golden packet of “Little Hearts”. Like many other things (and unfortunately some people), it became an insignificant aspect of life.
But today, as I sit in class nibbling on these little hearts, I wonder how it tastes the same! Just like how it tasted on my five year old taste buds! Being an adult(trying to be one rather), everyday you realise how many things in life have changed. And sometimes,it’s a joy to know that some aspects…and more importantly some people remain the same. Also,thankfully,we have a God who never changes.As I folded the empty packet, I cherised the unchanged taste and silently thanked the company for retaining it…and reminding me of a little something of my childhood!