it was a warm evening. dry as always. and a multitude of people thronged the streets and alleyways of cannaught place. lights were just beginning to wink on and off attracting unsuspecting buyers to its charm. a kfc outlet was my destination. i was in desperate need for a drink. a coke was the best alternative i was prepared to risk. so i asked for a large one to the gentle and very forthcoming young face at the counter. my companion was in the washroom washing off the days dirt that had settled on her face.
i got a small bill and we walked out carrying the large glass. the coke was quickly gulped down and sitting beside the subway station on that warm dry night waiting for that non existent breeze we were thirsty once again. and dry throats rankled my thoughts. she quickly opened fished out a perfect little ice cube and popped it into her mouth. a kid came up and asked us for a penny she offered him the coke. he pushed it back and asked for something more than just ice cubes. but that is what was more soothing to us in that warm dry evening.
the next few minutes saw her popping the remaining ice cubes so perfect in shape into her mouth in quick succession. she said she had never seen such beautiful ice cubes in her life. neither had i.
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