An Eatery In A Sideway Alley.

An Eatery In A Sideway Alley.

An eatery in a sideway alley sells “aloo ka paratha”(Paratha stuffed with potato), bhel puri, sev puri and samosa.(These are all savoury Indian delicacies).

Now, the alley way was narrow and it was evening time. The sun was yawning as sun himself felt a need for some evening nap; afterall sun can’t take an afternoon nap.

We didn’t have our lunch, so in search of a place which sells food in the afternoon to evening time we started walking. Apparently most of the restaurants feel the need to close during this time.

Even the anda bhurji wala had closed his shop down and was sleeping-“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”.

So it was of no use waking him up. Walking nearly a kilometre, we had become tired, when a kind autorickshaw wala helped and guided us.

We asked him-“Kya aapko malum hai ki, yahan par koi restaurant ya khane ki jagah hai?”

Translation in english-“Do you know of any nearby place where we may find a restaurant or an eatery?”

The autorickshawala – “Do galli ke bad, aapko ek patli si galli milegi. Udhar ek badhiya khaneki jagah hai.”

Translation in english –“After two alleys, you will find a narrower alley. There you would find an excellent eatery.”

We- “Dhanyabad.”

Meaning-“Thank you.”

We went ahead and found that place. It was very narrow and it was crowded too. Bicycles and Bikes were parked and it was hard to navigate.People from all parts of life were having food there.

Four men who were the cooks at that eatery,were busy making the food items. The cook making “aloo ke paratha” was sweating a lot as a lot of heat energy, and the chaat specialists were making bhel puri and sev puri and the fourth cook was continuously belting out samosa after samosa.The speed at which they were working was simply unbelievable.

We ordered for three plates of “aloo ke paratha and samosas”.

In each plate of “aloo ke paratha” there were two parathas and the samosas were served with delicious green chutney.

We were so – so hungry that, by we thought that food was blessed and sent by Lord himself.

The food was delicious, mind blowing and excellent and with such speed we had eaten it up, that we were amazed.

It truly was a memorable afternoon and experience. There is a special charm in eating food from roadside eateries.

Adios!

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A Scented Musk.

A scented musk,

Was bought by a man.

It costed $180.

He presented it to his wife,

She was happy with it,

Yet she had expected a rose with it.

She was a bit gloomy,

For her thoughts kept reverberating towards the rose.

When her husband came to know it,

He bought a beautiful bouquet of rose,

And presented it to her.

Seeing this gift from her husband,

Tears came out of her eyes,

And she said-“Couldn’t you have given me this rose earlier?”

Adios!

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A Fine Rainy Morning.

A fine rainy morning,

Makes the road wet and splashy.

It diversifies,

The economy and the ecology,

With people staying indoors,

While most children simply venture out,

To make most of the rains.

A fine rainy morning,

Is welcomed with long snoring sleep,

Then a sip of tea,

With hot bread and cold jam,

And a peek out of the window,

To simply acknowledge the situation,

And say,

“Yes, it is raining,

And the rains are beautiful,

Let’s have tea”.

A fine rainy morning………….

Adios!

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The Big God.

The big God,

Shook my hands.

He said-“Hi, my friend, how are you?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Here the Lord Of the Universe,

Was calling me his friend!

He again said-“How are you my friend?”

I replied-“I am very fine sir.”

He said-“In all the universes, I am no sir. It is love from all beings which keeps me going, otherwise it is hard to sustain.”

“But sir, aren’t you the mightiest of all?”

“Oh, no. That is my father.”

“I am simply known as the Big God.”

“Well, how do you do sir?”

“I am doing just fine.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“No, we all aren’t”

“That’s how it is.”

“That’s very true sir, that’s how it is.”

Adios!

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The Rose Didn’t Tell Me That It Wanted My Shirt’s Button Hole.

The rose which Ma had bought for me,

Was big and round.

Yet, I kept it in the front pocket of my shirt.

But the rose would fall out of my pocket and a small thorn of its stem,

Would get lodged near the button hole of my shirt.

Not once, not twice, not even thrice.

It happened four times.

I told Ma-“Ma the rose is constantly falling out of my pocket and getting lodged near the button hole of my shirt.”

Ma-“Maybe it wants the button hole of your shirt”.

I removed the thorn and lodged the rose in the button hole of my shirt.

Though big and round,

The rose looked really sweet.

I kept there for a few minutes,

And then laid it in front of my maternal grandmother’s photo.

The rose indeed wanted the button hole of my shirt.

Adios!