Worth a lot, aren’t you? I was laying the table for us for years but I didn’t have the courage to invite you. It took me my peace of mind, my self respect and my pride to send you an invitation. You came. But you brought your massive ego to our table.
I’m an imperfect cook, I cannot boast about my skills in the kitchen but despite that I tried to serve you something that would make you feel full and happy. Everything which was laid before you could have given even the most dense person a hint that it took time to prepare the feast. The table that had been set culminated after a huge investment of time, emotions and thoughts. The different delicacies, the days spent in selecting the choicest wine, savory dishes and the desserts that would have melted in your mouth, everything was at your disposal to eat. But all you had was bread and butter and that too out of curiosity.
You didn’t dine for long either. It was as if I had almost dreamt that you sat right across me on that chair that I pictured you in. My invitation was sudden but it was genuine. Your acceptance of the invitation was purely out of curiosity and the chance to amuse yourself at my expense. I will never forget your pathetic massive ego which you sweetly unfurled in your sugar coated words.
There won’t be a second invitation.
I haven’t got up from the table yet. I’m waiting for the food to turn cold. And then it will go bad. That is when I will get up and clear the table. I will remove the covers and lay new one for guests who would be worth hundreds of you.
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