This is the season Wuan and I go into a feeding frenzy. Our predatory instincts are awakened; our sense of sight, smell and taste are heightened. We do not grow fangs, facial hair and howl lustily on a full moon night. Neither does the sight of a throbbing jugular entice us.
We are both mundane human beings leading humdrum lives until we catch sight of this ball of thorns called durian. The mere whiff of its offensive odour is enough to cause us lose all sanity and clamber for its flesh. Yes! Durian season is here!
Our passion for durians is only second to our passion for each other. This is the time of year we throw caution to the wind and indulge to our hearts? content. I am waiting for Wuan to come. That is when the feasting begins. The countdown has started.
