Day 3 - Chocolate Day

'chocolate chocolate everywhere
to me chocolate is too much dear
whenever my thoughts are not clear
i wish somebody hits me with a chocolaty spear'

Chocolate - the word itself gives me a kick much stronger than that the strongest alcohol can give. Call me a chocolate fanatic or a chocolateholic, but I simply love been in love with chocolates. Especially when the name brings to me fond memories from my entire life. The word chocolate reminds me of:

cadbury's dairy milk and its cricket ad with 'kucch baat hai zindagi mein'
cadbury's nutties, 5 star, perk, fruit & nut, crackle, gems, eclairs
cookie man chocolate brownie
cafe coffee day's chocolate fudge with hot chocolate syrup
barista's hot chocolates
dominoes choco lava
subway's double chocolate chip
chocolate shakes
britannia bourbon.
parle hide & seek
italian chocolates
irish chocolate drink
kwality's chocolate feast
brazilian chocolate ice cream at baskin robbins
the aroma of melting cocoa beans
the fights over a chocolate
chocolate house in hyderabad
the numerous chocolate bets i won
the chocolates i gifted to my friends
the hot chocolate
the discharge chocolates
movies like chocolat, chocolate, charlie and the chocolate factory
chocolate pastries, cakes and mousse
the often trips to shops to buy just chocolates

But above all the beautiful garden with a dull brown wooden fencing and a small wooden gate of the same color as the only point of entry. Dense vines with multicolored leaves in lighter shades of green, red, orange, yellow and pink covering the entire length of the fence on the inside, except for a corner, as if vieling the eternal beauty from the world. The only view to an outsider been the red flower laden mahogany tree overshooting the fence at every three feet and an occasional over ambitious vine peeking over the fence to give the outside world a glimpse of the heavenly beauty. Black rocks of varied size put together, one over the other as if by a playful child to form a small hill, in the only corner uncovered by vines, from which clear, fresh water running down into a small pond seperating the hill from rest of the garden. Flocks of white and black ducks swimming on the clear water, moving lotus plants from one side to other on their way, lazily, savoring the scene. Concentric circles of light green shrubs, dahlia, rose and sunflower covering the entire stretch except for a two feet wide pebbled pathway leading to the fountain in the center. Slowly melting ice and flowing out of the bowl in the hands of a fairy chiselled out of pure white marble with a perfection capable in the hands of God, in the center of the fountain. Gold, ruby and emerald buried behind the ice in the bowl, shining in the morning orange sun, could be seen over the tilted edge of the bowl. Only on a much concentrated glance you realize that the shining stones are much more precious than the actual gemstones. The red and green waves on the golden carton of Amul Chocolates been the oldest memories that the word chocolate brings to me and the is the chocolate I miss the most.