Status: I may be you, you may be I.
Chicken Chowmein
Submission
The softness of my hands is felt in other parts as the rays of sunset touches me. When I am thrown back in the pan, my pain screams out loudly in hot refined oil. The cook pours some spices and salt, then moves me up and down.
The way I dance with everything reflects in the changed color of chowmein. The more soya sauce hugs me, the less I stand up as myself. At the end, I completely submit to the hot oil like a spiral of memories.
The way I dance with everything reflects in the changed color of chowmein. The more soya sauce hugs me, the less I stand up as myself. At the end, I completely submit to the hot oil like a spiral of memories.