Its 6 Fifteen PM, The Intel Office seems eerily silent. Most cubes are empty. Those that arent, house people who are intensely into their work. Mine although, is just a lil bit different- 3 dairy milk wrappers lie around me, exhausted from the sheer pressure of being the object of intense temptation. Threading, mutex and python run loosely in my head, interspersed with moments of the earlier chocolate eating experience.
Its one thing to byte into a bar of dairy milk, knowing that you dont have to share it with anyone (*Humour not intended* Chocolates and sharing should not belong in the same sentence *Solemn face*) and Its another thing to get high on choclate!
*Solemn face persists, eyes become dreamy*