For those of you who don’t know.. Opening up today… I’m an intense chocoholic😂
I’m literally addicted to chocolates.
It wasn’t just sheer nostalgia that prompted me to write this blog, but the surprisingly rich and indulgent taste of this chocolate that suddenly hit my mind.
Does it ring a bell? The OG fancy chocolates before Cadbury launched Silk and Bournville. Even the haters of white chocolate bought it just for the masterpiece that it was.
Does anyone of you remember the Disney edition – CADBURY WOWIE? It would have Micky Mouse characters in white chocolate embedded into the chocolate. It was so so good🥺💝
I remember eating around the chocolate and then collecting all the characters and storing them in a container😂
They aren’t available anymore sadly. I really wish badly that they would return🧚♀✨
I have no idea which decade this belonged to, but my closest guess is around 2003-2010. There is differing information on the internet about it, but I haven’t found any official statement about its production’s shutdown either.
I’m sure that those of you, who have had the privilege of tasting the Dairy Milk Wowie, know what it represented and meant to us💜
If any one of you also have any such thing lost, vanished and unavailable….do mention it in the comment section…would love to know🌸💜
Yes… You read that right, birthday’s make me feel sad at this point of my life🙂
Evey year, you wake up to a barrage of notifications. So many text messeges, so many missed calls and God knows what not.
The next day is just about eerie silence on your phone (apart from the friends who send a ‘belated’ wish.)
All the phone calls or texts just ask you one thing “so, what plans?” you think about your day, and try to come up with something exciting…and, if you are anything like me, you’d just want to be left alone like any other day.
You keep asking yourself, what’s even the point?
What’s the point of everyone remembering and celebrating you for “ONE” day and then forgetting you for another year?
You find yourself replying to people you haven’t spoken to ages.
You know… I have just realised, as you grow older, birthdays stop being about gifts, parties, or friends. They start being about more responsibilities, maturity, and burdens. As you grow older, birthdays just become a stinging reminder of the things you have not done. The things you could have done.
On this day, your overthinking brain just refuses to shut up. On one hand, your close friends are doing a countdown for your birthday and on the other you can barely keep up with life.
It’s been this way for me… It’s when you don’t understand everyone’s happiness around you when you are just wondering what’s even their to celebrate.
Writing this just a few days prior my birthday and ouch. It hurts.
Like always…. You can find me here firstname.lastname@example.org