Wondermama, Bangsar Village I

By noreply@blogger.com (Spicy Sharon)

Seated on a wobbly plastic chair, at a dim corner of a restaurant, with just a stream of light that shone brightly from the back – oddly, I felt at ease.

I leaned back, crossed my legs, relaxed and peeped through the gaps between the potted plants that was hung high, not far in front of me. I shivered from the gush of wind that managed to seep through.

It was late evening and dark outside. I gazed wearily at the rain that was pouring uncontrollably, wondering when it will stop so I can go home, lie down, and perhaps take a quick nap. That thought seemed a little far fetched at that point in time.

Right next to Starbucks and Ben’s.

Food Blog by: Spicy Sharon

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