It is our routine in every Sunday to go to Kairali (a hotel near to our hostel) for breakfast.’Coz I think, we will get better food even in the refugee camps in Somalia than the food in our hostel on Sunday. As usual, today morning also, we went. Most of the days, it’s not necessary that all will have their wallets in hand. But today, we had. But...
Kairali in Sunday morning means spending some time together, morning walk, some masti and Masaladosa for us...The uncle over there, who used to serve us, knows that we are going there for only masaladosa. Our all-time favourite and one tea also .So he doesn’t need to take the order at all. Today also, while leaving the room, we decided to have masala dosa.but after reaching there, we felt, “why’d the same item every time, why can’t we have a change. “We asked uncle for something different. He told “appam n chicken curry”. We Agreed. After some while I felt something n asked my friend (she is also deepa) “dii, you have money with you na? I have only 60/- with me”. She said “don’t worry di, I have” then she opened her wallet. With lots of depression, we came to know that she has only 35/- in her wallet. What happened was I was about to go ATM for taking money and she changed her wallet.obviously both of us didn’t have enough amount with us. Both of us thought that the other one will have enough money.
We were thinking, what should do? If the amount will exceeds the money we have.?? Then we thought, ok don’t take tea today. Then at least we can manage with adding the pennies too... For me, without tea, i feel my breakfast is incomplete. But compromised.but what happened was the uncle, who knows that we used to have tea also, without even asking, today, brought two teacups and kept beside us. We were like “blim” L...we didn’t know whether to cry or laugh...by seeing our expressions, uncle asked “what happened? Is there any problems with the tea?” we said, “no, no...It’s fine”. How would we tell him to take back the tea cups?
We looked at each other. What would do? We were rewinding the scenes in the films where the hero and his buddies are cleaning the plates in the hotel...(: P) We felt to laugh and cry together...then consoled each other “no dear, we can manage”...then we asked each other “can we?”
But, we, the brave girls (: P) continued our food...though we acted like “don’t care, let’s see what will happen”, we were bit afraid and tensed... at last the bill came...we looked at the bill. Our heart beats were like “dim dim...” but thank God, we escaped...it was bit smaller than our wallet...
After billing, we left the hotel...Uncle was waving his hand...we were laughing like anything by recollecting the moments...
Anyways, I have to tell....the food was awesome...We enjoyed it very well even in those tensed moments...
