Seldom boredom is acceptable. But when you are so bored that you have to eat alone in a busy restura, then boredom is succeeded by frustrations.
He opened his eyes. Opening eyes always doesn’t necessarily mean just opening the eyelids, its understanding through feeling the moments. He turned his head to a complete 360, but there was nothing around that could indulge him with.
I looked at him from a nearby corner which Is my regular booth. I was smiling at him, he was an imperfect blend of mr bean, Charlie chaplin with some touches of pseudo grandiosity.
“whats up with this place, kiddo” he commented while ordering the boring sausage. At least he felt the sausages boring too.
“whats up with you instead, there hasn’t been any interesting day like this since last September, john” the kid grimaced.
I wanted to call that kid and give him some lectures, which I mean physical! But anyways I was enjoying the man.
He got a bang out of the kids words. We was self convinced that the day was boring, but the later part gave him another bang.
“since last September” he murmured to himself.
“oye, what happened in September?” he yelled while the boy went towards the bar.
“haha, are you even a man? Cuz me knows that every man around here knows about the September”
He returned with the chicken sausage and some complement potato fries. “that September man, this desert was gifted rain” he tortured him with unprecedented bolt from the blue.
I could see he was feeling restless, his eyes were popping out of his orbit to make him occupied. He bent his neck towards the table beside him and saw two brothers who seemed to be regulars in that restura.
He couldn’t even touch his sausages until he knew about the September. He looked at his belly and I felt it was swelling as if the story behind the September could only fix it. He walked and sat on the table with the regulars.
“which one of the brother is older?” he spoke as if trying to be frank by birth.
The younger one eyed him with awful face. “what the hell, he is my father bruh!”
“my bad, but I would be really glad to know something folks.” He continued when he felt those guys were hospitable. “its my second week in this place. I stay just a block away. I come here like everyday since then. But there is not a single day I smile here. its always the same. Same single gents and same chicken sausage which I feel boring already.”
“what the hell you want to know, pig?? The father interrupted. “we don’t have whole afternoon”
“umm when I inquired why this place is always like this, he said there has been no inquisitive day like today since last September”
I saw his interests growing larger and deeper. He is still a newcomer and behaves like us I thought. But I bet his face Is worth looking, with the big nose as big as he is nosy in peoples matters.
“look bruh, we don’t know you, so if you don’t want trouble, forget what the kid said and finish up your sausage and return home.” The father said him gently but I was sure it felt like a punch to his guts.
He got up without smiling and went to eat his cold sausage. I was glad that I had friends like them. I myself ordered some tea with joy inside when I heard the father.
He called the kid waiter and put a 100rs note in his shirt pocket. “don’t play with my emotions and tell me what the hell happened last September?”
The kid looked at me nervously. I shook my head with anger. He preferred 100rs to my fear.
“look, last September, a girl walked into this bar.”
“what? A GIRL”, the man exclaimed.
“she wasn’t just a girl. She was a living flame. Brighter than the sun were her eyes, fairer than snow were her skin, cooler than a breeze were her smiles. She literally paused this restura for minutes when she entered here.”
“she came here, sat in exactly that chair, she waited whole day for someone to approach her and no one had guts, until that guy offered her tea”, he said pointing towards me indirectly.
the man looked at me as if I had stolen his new bride. I just replied him with a smile that meant that I had already won even before he knew the trophy existed.
“what? That guy with curly hair? So what now they are related? Do they meet often? Is he waiting her?” he fired bullets.
“noo! He just offered her some tea. He asked me hot water, and then he took a sachet from his shirt pocket , dripped in the cup and pushed towards her. “
“haha, what a gypsy thing to do? Is that how they treat a beautiful lady here?”
“that wasn’t just a tea bruh, it was some kind of yellow tea I heard. Some said it was magical. Some said he knew the lady since before. There were rumors that he met her again. But I am sure she never saw him after that day. Maybe she thought it was a boring thing to do.”
“so what is so interesting about today than?” he asked the kid.
“the girl, she came here and she reserved the very table she was here for 4pm. So everyone is waiting here. with more guts than every. With aftershaves and perfumes. Even I got this new apron.”
I saw their conversation was being strong than funny thing happened.
The man threw the oily fries on his apron.
“don’t take this personal. I am starting by cancelling you out” he said while he looked at the clock that showed ten minutes to four.
I looked around. It seemed an anticipated reception. Every one from teens to grandpas were eyeing on the door. Everyone was wearing brand new clothes which they changed when they heard about the reservation. One guy forgot to remove the tag from his rayban while another wore his pants opposite.
While I was waiting, patiently, poker faced, with the hope to impress her.
The clock stroke 4 and she came dashingly beautiful than ever, the restura again paused. Except me.
The man fainted.
People looked at one another.
They looked at me.
She went to her table. She sat there with cross legged.
“shall we have that yellow tea again” she winked at me.
I went to her, took out the yellow sachet and dripped it on the warm water and gently pushed it towards her.
“happy anniversary”, she said.
Remaining who were standing fell down on their chair. It was a year since we met last September. She wanted to mark one year in the same place we first saw us with the treat of the very cup of yellow tea.
He opened his eyes. Opening eyes always doesn’t necessarily mean just opening the eyelids, its understanding through feeling the moments. He turned his head to a complete 360, but there was nothing around that could indulge him with.
I looked at him from a nearby corner which Is my regular booth. I was smiling at him, he was an imperfect blend of mr bean, Charlie chaplin with some touches of pseudo grandiosity.
“whats up with this place, kiddo” he commented while ordering the boring sausage. At least he felt the sausages boring too.
“whats up with you instead, there hasn’t been any interesting day like this since last September, john” the kid grimaced.
I wanted to call that kid and give him some lectures, which I mean physical! But anyways I was enjoying the man.
He got a bang out of the kids words. We was self convinced that the day was boring, but the later part gave him another bang.
“since last September” he murmured to himself.
“oye, what happened in September?” he yelled while the boy went towards the bar.
“haha, are you even a man? Cuz me knows that every man around here knows about the September”
He returned with the chicken sausage and some complement potato fries. “that September man, this desert was gifted rain” he tortured him with unprecedented bolt from the blue.
I could see he was feeling restless, his eyes were popping out of his orbit to make him occupied. He bent his neck towards the table beside him and saw two brothers who seemed to be regulars in that restura.
He couldn’t even touch his sausages until he knew about the September. He looked at his belly and I felt it was swelling as if the story behind the September could only fix it. He walked and sat on the table with the regulars.
“which one of the brother is older?” he spoke as if trying to be frank by birth.
The younger one eyed him with awful face. “what the hell, he is my father bruh!”
“my bad, but I would be really glad to know something folks.” He continued when he felt those guys were hospitable. “its my second week in this place. I stay just a block away. I come here like everyday since then. But there is not a single day I smile here. its always the same. Same single gents and same chicken sausage which I feel boring already.”
“what the hell you want to know, pig?? The father interrupted. “we don’t have whole afternoon”
“umm when I inquired why this place is always like this, he said there has been no inquisitive day like today since last September”
I saw his interests growing larger and deeper. He is still a newcomer and behaves like us I thought. But I bet his face Is worth looking, with the big nose as big as he is nosy in peoples matters.
“look bruh, we don’t know you, so if you don’t want trouble, forget what the kid said and finish up your sausage and return home.” The father said him gently but I was sure it felt like a punch to his guts.
He got up without smiling and went to eat his cold sausage. I was glad that I had friends like them. I myself ordered some tea with joy inside when I heard the father.
He called the kid waiter and put a 100rs note in his shirt pocket. “don’t play with my emotions and tell me what the hell happened last September?”
The kid looked at me nervously. I shook my head with anger. He preferred 100rs to my fear.
“look, last September, a girl walked into this bar.”
“what? A GIRL”, the man exclaimed.
“she wasn’t just a girl. She was a living flame. Brighter than the sun were her eyes, fairer than snow were her skin, cooler than a breeze were her smiles. She literally paused this restura for minutes when she entered here.”
“she came here, sat in exactly that chair, she waited whole day for someone to approach her and no one had guts, until that guy offered her tea”, he said pointing towards me indirectly.
the man looked at me as if I had stolen his new bride. I just replied him with a smile that meant that I had already won even before he knew the trophy existed.
“what? That guy with curly hair? So what now they are related? Do they meet often? Is he waiting her?” he fired bullets.
“noo! He just offered her some tea. He asked me hot water, and then he took a sachet from his shirt pocket , dripped in the cup and pushed towards her. “
“haha, what a gypsy thing to do? Is that how they treat a beautiful lady here?”
“that wasn’t just a tea bruh, it was some kind of yellow tea I heard. Some said it was magical. Some said he knew the lady since before. There were rumors that he met her again. But I am sure she never saw him after that day. Maybe she thought it was a boring thing to do.”
“so what is so interesting about today than?” he asked the kid.
“the girl, she came here and she reserved the very table she was here for 4pm. So everyone is waiting here. with more guts than every. With aftershaves and perfumes. Even I got this new apron.”
I saw their conversation was being strong than funny thing happened.
The man threw the oily fries on his apron.
“don’t take this personal. I am starting by cancelling you out” he said while he looked at the clock that showed ten minutes to four.
I looked around. It seemed an anticipated reception. Every one from teens to grandpas were eyeing on the door. Everyone was wearing brand new clothes which they changed when they heard about the reservation. One guy forgot to remove the tag from his rayban while another wore his pants opposite.
While I was waiting, patiently, poker faced, with the hope to impress her.
The clock stroke 4 and she came dashingly beautiful than ever, the restura again paused. Except me.
The man fainted.
People looked at one another.
They looked at me.
She went to her table. She sat there with cross legged.
“shall we have that yellow tea again” she winked at me.
I went to her, took out the yellow sachet and dripped it on the warm water and gently pushed it towards her.
“happy anniversary”, she said.
Remaining who were standing fell down on their chair. It was a year since we met last September. She wanted to mark one year in the same place we first saw us with the treat of the very cup of yellow tea.
