Choclates, sweets, chillies and what not. I bit into them all. I allowed that soft little tongue to savour all the different tastes.
But now, my roots have started to dwindle. My owner says he'll dig a canal under me and make me live a bit longer, but the chances are very less.
It is time to move on.
Maybe I'll be kept in a bottle, thrown on a roof, or worse, crushed and forgotten. But no, there are no regrets.
I lived a good life. Now I'll have a good rest.
