The heat waves rushed in through the kitchen window. The cocoa beans grinded with each other, lazily. They looked at each other with desire, but the over-heated machine, and the unpowdered jaggery that he intuitively substituted for sugar, seemed to worry them a tad bit. He scraped off a finger full of grainy chocolate from the spatula and placed it on her ears and brushed them towards her cheeks. She foresaw the heat of the calamity coming and dodged it away with a grin and blew away a handful of cocoa skin flakes at him, they danced around him and then settled on his hairy shoulders.