The tale of the Watermelon and Feta Salad at Pali Village Café

She was the luckiest girl in lucky town. Her definition of happiness was a fruit on a plate with a sprinkle of cheese. Her favourite song hummed in her head as she flowed with the breeze. Wherever she went, the crowd followed. A million prying eyes shadowed her every step of the way, a zillion minds were infatuated by her night and day. She ruled over their imaginations, while they set her up as a bait. But maybe that was her fate. One fine day, she fell prey. She lent out her heart only to be bruised, beaten and wandering astray. Ahoy! Her predators screamed “Don’t let her get away!” But then she looked down at her wound until she realised that it was no good succumbing to the goons. She was still the luckiest girl in lucky town. With just a scratch here and a scar there. And with this revelation, yet again the crowd started following her everywhere. She got away this time, but at least she had a stronger spine. So she redefined happiness with a fruit on a plate and a sprinkle of cheese. Her favourite song hummed in her head as she flowed with the breeze.

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