Life is an Ice-Cream



  

Enjoy it before it melts. Life is an ice-cream.



Choose your flavour: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, pistachio or butterscotch.



And if you don’t have the money to buy one, then make it yourself. Homemade ice-creams have their own sweet taste.



Those who have several ice-creams should share with those who haven’t.



There are no excuses for leading a dull life but there are many reasons for living an exciting life. Eat the ice-cream that you wish to.



When the sun is too harsh, eat the ice -cream in shade.



Share the toppings with those who only have sticks or empty cups.



Sad days are like finished ice-creams. Happy days are like yet to be eaten ice-creams.



When nothing works, ice-cream always does. Trade your bad days with ice-cream.



If you wish to experience joy, eat ice-cream. If you wish to experience nirvana, treat a child to ice-cream.



Share the same ice-cream with your partner. Don’t even share. Eat it simultaneously.



If you are single, offer ice-cream, to the one you like. If the offer is rejected, take a double scoop and eat in front of him / her.



Licking an ice-cream is any day a better option than shedding tears.



If the weekdays get difficult, transform them into weekends by having a bowlful of ice-cream.



Drive away your blues with a blueberry ice-cream.



Distribute ice-creams to street urchins and let your soul soar.



Ice-cream is the only food you enjoy alone. For all other foods unless you have company, you don’t enjoy – you simply eat.



Ice-cream is the Queen of desserts. Eat it like a King.



A dollop of ice-cream is all that you need to recover from a bad day.



To get imaginative, have an ice-cream. To gain confidence, have an ice-cream.



In summer eat ice-cream, in winter eat ice-cream, when it rains, eat ice-cream. 


An ice-cream a day keeps the sorrow at bay.

Note: Anything in excess is bad - so don't go overboard. 



-          NZ

1.9.2019



BN: 114







  

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