He talked to me about distant mountains.And the waterfalls that are made by vicious malts of water.The craving for eating fish which leapt there.And how the sun would obey the hills which had eyes.The simpicity of a person and the memories associated with it.The part about gulping down Cone Icecream and the broken satisfaction that came with it.Wanting to eat more of it as it melted in your mouth within minutes.
And the adventures about he had in the kitchen.Cooking away for romantic...