Then, he slaps on the chilli and gingerly places somes fresh cockles at the corner.

I pay up and go, self service style.
I see a spoon, I see a rooster bowl of laksa through the rising steam, I am now possessed by hunger and can now begin to liberate my craving for a great bowl of laksa. Everything looks and feels warm.

First scoop down the hatch….aaahhhh……it is like a warm dip in a bath on a cold day.
Second scoop….to prolong and extend the sensation.

Third…the actual liberation of hunger begins. I feel the alien texture of the cockle dribbling down, deeeeelightful!

Fourth to tenth scoop…the actual possession begins. I am an Ambrosial devotee in a laksa trance.

Eleventh scoop…aiyah, last three strands of beehoon floating in just about a spoonful left of gravy.

I automatically awake from the trance, slurp down the balance and burp! ( to thank Ambrosia).

The end.

Picture essay and words by kfseetoh