I hate malai...
Look at it sitting there, staring at me, wrinkling up and floating..visible yet transparent...Playing a deceiving game with me..Take a sip of the coffee-come on, *slurp*- aaaa thooo! Malai! Stuck to your lips-not really in your mouth ,not really hanging out. One word to describe it- GROSS!
I need to conquer it- I get a spoon , fish it out, put the spoon on the side. I get distracted, when I look after a couple of minutes- there it is again. The island of malai staring at me, laughing if it could.
I reach for the spoon and see it encrusted with dried malai on it- I dip that back in my coffee, I lose.
What to do I do? Walk to the kitchen- too lazy. Shout on to someone- ha,no. So I dip a finger in and out it comes, semi-attached to my finger. Eee! I shudder. The kind of shudder when you touch a chipkali by mistake. Shhhh...uuu...dddder!
I pick up the cup, bring it to my lips, ready to take a victory sip and there I see it...bits of it floating around...
I won't give up so easily!