Inscrutable foodie #FridayFotoFiction

They knew each other since college time, had been working together for years and were amongst the lucky few who had turned their passion into a profession. They got an incredible thrill from it.

It was one thing for these foodie friends to explore inexpensive food-joints as students and treat themselves to the best there was in street food, and drastically another to be called upon by plush restaurants, served and treated as royalty so they could post favourable reviews for them on their website.

Their friendship with each other wasn’t beyond their love for food though. She had reprimanded him in hushed tones on several occasions for stealing a bite from her plate or gulping down her wine while she visited the restroom.

This time, however, as his hand moved gingerly to grab a piece of her chocolate chip cookie, she stopped him midway. He shrugged and meekly smiled.

Linking this with Mayuri and Tina for #FridayFotoFiction

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60 thoughts on “Inscrutable foodie #FridayFotoFiction

    1. Now that’s one perspective I will love to agree with. Friends bond over the simplest things and gender plays a less than expected role in it. Thanks for reading, Anagha. πŸ™‚

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    1. Thanks, Mayuri. I enjoy writing for #FridayFotoFiction too and wait till the end so that most scenarios are already thought of and shared. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜›
      I’m a foodie too but I share my food.

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  1. I dont have issues sharing food since I am not a foodie. Dinning table happens be the best place for me to converse…who cares for food then. Nice writeup Varsha 😍

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