Cup: Hey Cookie, want to go out for a dance?
Cookie: What’s on your mind, Mr. Cup?
Cup: C’mon, I was just bored enough to ask you. I don’t think we are perfect for each other.
Cookie: Yeah, perfect with each other sounds more like, Cup and Tea, or Cup and Coffee, or Coffee and Cookies, or even Cookies and Chocolate.
Cup: Oh! You are not with chocolate always. You are sweet coconut sometimes and a bitter chocolate some of the other times.
Cookie: You come in different colors and shapes.
Cup: You too come in so many shapes.
Cookie: Your shapes are an art; mine just a way to attract.
Cup: But isn’t attracting someone enough to look, touch, and taste an art too?
Cookie: Maybe… maybe not…
Cup: I can smell you each time life’s hand picks you, dips you in that brown liquid of my heart, and fulfills someone’s love for you. And you smell wonderful.
Cookie: I can feel your color merging with my chocolate each time I enter your heart. And you fill my heart with a longing with red color, a hope with green, and happiness with yellow.
Cup: I know you leave a little of yourself in the brown liquid for me to taste.
Cookie: I know you love the taste of bitter chocolate the most.
Cup: I love all the tastes you bring.
Cookie: And I love all the colors with which you paint my heart.
Cup: Watch out for that chipped corner. It might nip your heart.
Cookie: I have been nipped so many times already and I still go that way.
Cup (laughs): Oh man! You must be really sad.
Cookie: Why do you say that?
Cup: Who else would still go the same way after being nipped once?
Cookie (laughs): Oh man! You must be really sad.
Cup: Why do you say that?
Cookie: Don’t you know? The chipped corner shows the beautiful white you are hiding inside. It nips, it pains. But it brings out my beautiful white to merge with yours.
Cup: You just made my chipped corner beautiful.
Cookie: Like you always add color to my taste and smell.
Cup: But without a brown liquid we never come together.
Cookie (sad): That’s the only life we hold together.
Cup: No, the life that holds you, the same life keeps my heart alive.
P:S: I have a crazy fascination for cups and cookies. Everytime I go for my tea or coffee, I love my cup and my cookies a little more. Sometimes I go window-shopping only for cups. And two days ago, I went out to buy cookies in stormy rain to stock my kitchen. I thought I was addicted to the two but I eavesdropped on this conversation to find that it wasn’t just me!