In a sunny day of thunderous taste of hunger on a Monday morning, by the way time flies with no wings but as fast as a cheetah running to hunt its prey. I seek for the help, even a grain of rice would put this hunger of mine a race to a never come back journey. After several thought, I bestowed up on an alert,it is my stomach saying to me” why are you doing this to me”, couldn’t bear the pain through the clamoring, I had to speak some words to my legs saying “we have find what to give stomach too eat”. Now we are in THE HUNT, no option but to...