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As a Writer, I Fell in Love With Trello
Here’s why you need to feel the same
“Honey, what do we have for dinner tonight?”
“I didn’t see you cooking anything today.”
“Holy sh*t, let me check. Oopsie.”
By the way, Honey is my parrot’s name, who can talk.
I check my fridge and I see my head there — empty, as my teacher says. I scurried out through my big wooden door. My stomach is burning. I am starving. The nearest restaurant is 13 minutes away. And my friend John had taken my cycle today.
With my stomach boiling, I run to the restaurant. Finally, I am here, and let out a sigh of relief. It’s 2:27 a.m. now.
I can see the huge food display case with three rows with different types of fast food. It’s almost empty. It’s already late. I can see three burgers at the top left of the first row, two big grilled chickens in the top right of the same row; centre is empty — mutton biryani in the centre of the second row, vegetable pizza at the right of that row; the left side is empty— taco in the left of the last row, a cup of custard in the centre of that row, the right side is empty.
A few things that happen:
- Seeing the foods, my appetite tripled. I got more emotional about food.
