OREO

I was about to pick the Oreo off the shelf,
But the Manji was cheaper, and that too, for more grams.
So I picked the Manji up and dropped it onto my cart,
Because money must be saved at all costs.
As I walked away
My tongue swelled with saliva at the blue glossy packet I'd left behind,
The tantalising dark cookies that lay inside in their deliciousness...
But I headed casually towards the cashier,
The yearning inside me dimmed by my mental calculation of the total cost of my goods before I arrived.

That night, I ate my Manji biscuits while laughing at the new sitcom series I'd just started,
Trying to pretend the recipe didn't need more sugar, less vanilla.
Then I folded my clothes,
And took a shower.
My mother called me and we talked about this thing and that,
I scrolled Twitter, and liked two pictures,
Then wrote an entry in my journal.
But when I finally fell asleep,
I dreamt that I was a child again,
A tiny girl in a world where everything was made of Oreo.