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There's this indian restaurant tucked along a serene corridor right behind the bus stop where I always alight on the days/nights when I'm going to/leaving from Redbull's house. Despite passing by countless times and dining there for the 3rd time yesterday night, I've not paid attention to the restaurant's name. I ought to be ashamed of myself for neglecting such an important detail which I utterly am. You may find that I'm over exagerating things a little but it's not the drama queen within me who's speaking now. This linked my thoughts to how someone never bothered finding out my name despite asking so many favors from me. Yes, this may be a hypothetical situation, for now. But still, it saddens me to know that in reality, people do take people & things around them for granted. 

I should start paying attention to the smallest detail because I never want to miss out anything/anyone beautiful just because I am too occupied with this life that I'm living.

Tuesday was the first time we had our dinner in the indian restaurant as the previous 2 times were during lunch hour. It was livelier at night, with families, couples & friends gathered together for good food. Taking glances around the restaurant, I'll never fail to find a few tables of non-indian, some following the indian's culture of feasting with their fingers, while the rest stick to the usual cultleries. For us, we find eating using the former manner makes the tasty food even tastier. 

There should always be give & take in a relationship because if either one of these two outweighs the other, problems will start to surface. This time round, I decided that it was my turn to pamper him with 2 tubs of B&J, with him choosing the same flavor, his favorite strawberry cheesecake. Unlike me, the Cookie Affair doesn't seem to be in his good books. 

Spending the rest of Tuesday night being thankful for each other's precious company.