As I was almost sleeping in my social period, the bell rung and gave me a relief. I yawned and stretched my hands to look around and realised... It was lunch break!

Even though my mom made me my favourite dish, Noodleszz...

I was in no mood eating, may be I want something else. The aroma of my friends' delicious food made my mouth drool. 

So, I opened my tiffin box and wandered around my friends to lend them some noodles, to get their food in return. Hehehe!

Fortunately, they loved my noodles too, "Yum...", my friends in unison. And the mutual exchange went in peace. Then I saw Helen sitting alone. Oh, she was late again. 

She was opening her tiffin box, after a solid 15 minutes. I had a thought to share her some of my noodles which were left behind. 

Even though it sounds selfish, who cares? Nothing did cost a penny.

"Hi Helen! Would you like to taste a bit of my lunch?", I sweetly smiled and sat beside her without her approval.

She grinned at my lunch box of noodles, "Sure, thank you", dug her spoon inside my tiffin box and savoured the noodles of mine.  

Her face revealed differend colours...

"So you like it?", I casually scooped a spoon full of pasta of hers, gracefully.

She looked at me and exclaimed, "This tastes exactly like the noodles my mom does!"

Oh! How far can I fetch words to appreciate my mom?

Pushing the box of noodles, "Really? You may have more, I don't mind!", saying that I got the spoon full of pasta closer to my mouth but I couldn't push it further when she retorted,

"I totally hate my mom's hand-made noodles!"