Stir it up
Hi everyone hope you all are well
This prompt is last of month and here is my entry.
Unlike a shop, where Fatimah and Ali could do nothing but wait anxiously with impatience, a kitchen could only give one a tremendously joyful anticipation of all the ways of wonders one may see there.
"Okay, you will fall in the room with Aisha instead of me, she is strong social person" roared the eldest sister, Fatima at her still shocked little sister, Aisha all of sudden. They went on doing this now and again, passing the mixture again, lastly the raw one, which made a farmy batch of mixture. Laugh-dives discover our comfort zones circling into the trench of their stupor ejucation.
They quilted on each of the keystones of the arches. The aroma of the bakery from across where her husband used to work, in their house the bread aroma was also abundant, even in the street the bakery aroma could be noticed that it probably made them such the abounding activities. For they mended each self as well, exploring one's role in the whole process and sprinkling over some quirky vibes, too. You might imagine how much you long for the familiar home scent but put on that “soap” and you will feel the closeness almost as if you were there. Cookie that my hands had been again and again intoxicated with its taste as it got more and more tempting. The joy of being with them was all around, everyone was rising, it was a moment of cheerfulness and laughs as well as a special investigation of their laugh.
However, the time when his or her loved ones leave bittersweet, it seems a little strange, but the base of outlook is memories of friendship and sweetness of the emitions.
Thank you friends 🙂