Saturdays are official happy days to me. The sunny mornings, the lazy afternoons, the 'chaat'-n-chatty evenings, the dinner with movie and the rosy-cosy sleeps. It is the time to relax, stretch, yoga and rejuvenate. Or, to idle at one place and watch mommy-dearest prepare some delicacies and then, spend the next hour, munching on them.
Well, this time, after my evening 'chaat', I had to go over to Golu's house. Golu is a round and plump guy with a never-dying energy and an ever-hungry tummy. He is a loving friend from a long while. His dad is an amazing cook. Maybe, that is why he has been my friend for so long.
Today, Golu's eyes were filled with excitement and impatience. His dad was making his favourite potato 'bajjis' and onion 'pakodas'. While the delicious smell from the kitchen was killing him, his dad's order to stay outside was ripping his soul apart. He was, indeed, a sight to see.
Rhea, his little niece, has always had a soft corner for him. Every time I have joked about his mad urge for eating, she has been there to make her rude remarks. Now, she was looking at me, scornfully, while I was laughing at Golu's plight. He was dancing on the tips of his toes, complaining about how hungry he was.
It was around 6.30 in the evening and the lights went out. Golu's dad came out of the kitchen, handed us each a 'bajji' and warned us not to go into kitchen because the cooking pan was hot. He repeatedly told Golu to wait with patience and stop acting like a glutton. Minutes seemed like hours as we sat there, staring into darkness. Golu seemed to have gone off to sleep with Rhea lying on his lap.
The taste of the 'bajji', still lingering in my head, was making me restless. I thought I can sneak into the kitchen, quietly, for a quick bite, without making a sound. I managed all of it well, except for the last bit. A tin or something fell to the floor with a bang and like a wonder, the lights were back, that very instant. I quickly turned around to hurry back. Three pairs of eyes were looking at me. Rhea was looking at me with folded hands. 'You too?!' was all Golu's dad could say.
Well, this time, after my evening 'chaat', I had to go over to Golu's house. Golu is a round and plump guy with a never-dying energy and an ever-hungry tummy. He is a loving friend from a long while. His dad is an amazing cook. Maybe, that is why he has been my friend for so long.
Today, Golu's eyes were filled with excitement and impatience. His dad was making his favourite potato 'bajjis' and onion 'pakodas'. While the delicious smell from the kitchen was killing him, his dad's order to stay outside was ripping his soul apart. He was, indeed, a sight to see.
Rhea, his little niece, has always had a soft corner for him. Every time I have joked about his mad urge for eating, she has been there to make her rude remarks. Now, she was looking at me, scornfully, while I was laughing at Golu's plight. He was dancing on the tips of his toes, complaining about how hungry he was.
It was around 6.30 in the evening and the lights went out. Golu's dad came out of the kitchen, handed us each a 'bajji' and warned us not to go into kitchen because the cooking pan was hot. He repeatedly told Golu to wait with patience and stop acting like a glutton. Minutes seemed like hours as we sat there, staring into darkness. Golu seemed to have gone off to sleep with Rhea lying on his lap.
The taste of the 'bajji', still lingering in my head, was making me restless. I thought I can sneak into the kitchen, quietly, for a quick bite, without making a sound. I managed all of it well, except for the last bit. A tin or something fell to the floor with a bang and like a wonder, the lights were back, that very instant. I quickly turned around to hurry back. Three pairs of eyes were looking at me. Rhea was looking at me with folded hands. 'You too?!' was all Golu's dad could say.
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