Friday, October 7, 2011

Boiling Milk

I’m in the kitchen. I put the bowl filled with milk on the oven. I turn on the burner. I wait for the milk to start boiling. I hum a song as well. I hear my mobile phone ring out loud. I realize it’s in the bedroom. I scamper out to attend the call. I come back in the kitchen after some time. I see the boiling milk has spilled all over the place. It’s a mess.

I was committed to boil the milk. Thus, it was important for me to ignore the call. I didn't.

Now all I can do is clean up. But will I be able to retain the spilled milk? Some of it at least?

I sigh.