“Brother calling” my cell declared. “Hello”, I said as I picked the call. “You are in Madiwala? Excellent! Can you book me a ticket for this Friday? Friday’s Train is full. Call me once you got one, will you?”; Before I could even protest, the line went dead. What choice did I have? After all he is my only brother. Chechi could wait. I stepped into the first bus agent on my way.
I stepped in and out four more times. “No ticket for you”, they all chorused. One more agent left to ask. “Chechi please don’t close. Wait for me.” I muttered while I went inside. “Rs. 750/-“, he said while making me a bill. He appeared very sure that I would take the ticket. Did he know I was thrown out by others? I knew I had one Five hundred note in my purse and some change. I quickly checked. I had one hundred’s note also. The few remaining tens I ignored. The agent said I can make the remaining pay before boarding the bus. Excellent! The rest brother could pay. I put the ticket safely in my purse, informed him and started towards Chechi mess in top gear.
“Is this my lucky day?” They were still serving. I quickly washed my hands and hopped on a nearby chair. I was seated before anyone could raise a finger. Suddenly I had a suspicion. Do I have any money left with me? I didn’t count the tens. What if they weren’t enough? I checked my purse. I was right. I had only twenty rupees. The meals definitely cost more. How much I didn’t know. I got up and started leaving. I must find the nearest ATM. A few steps outside the mess, I turned back.
The waiter was watching me with curious eyes. He had seen me coming in, checking my purse, going out and then coming back. I asked him, “How much is it for the meals?” “Twenty Five. Why?” “Nothing. I have only twenty rupees with me.” I turned to leave. He suddenly said, “Its okay. You eat. Pay me what you have. Now go sit there.” He brought me a plate.
I wasn’t a frequenter in his place. But I had visited some six-seven times so that he might remember my face. Considering the hundreds who frequented them, the odds were pretty grim that he remembered even my hair colour. Still he was there serving me. I wondered what if this were my first time? Would he have had said the same then also?
He approached me and asked, “Do you want any special? Fish Fry is today’s attraction”. I simply stared at him.
blogging was never a necessity. i started this blog one year ago just for the sake of owning a blog. i jotted down whatever that came to my mind. i was never bothered about its reading value(google sure does know how to plot a content’s worthiness!). a little later I started being conscious of my writing. some time after that, I found out that I can write.
this revelation was a surprise as well as a comfort.
would it get better than this? i hope it would.
celebrating one year of evolution