(L to R: Prateek & me
Snapped by Sittu)
OK, the day began with me being uncertain about whether today was declared a holiday or not. Contacted control room, today's indeed a holiday!
The night before, Sittu & Prateek had intimated us about their desire to seek culinary refuge at our place the next day since all the hotels had downed their shutters and the poor souls had nowhere to go. Most welcome, I said.
Well, the shops were all closed today as well. I spent the day my usual way, surfing the net scouring for information. That was until our valued guests showed up in the evening. The rendezvous was long overdue. Santosh cooked for them, we surfed, clicked, bluetoothed, chatted, ridiculed Bangalore, exchanged tales and cracked jokes.
Lunch was pretty late (not for us, as we had had our fill at the usual time). I felt sorry for the famished folks 'coz they had to make do with only biscuits the previous night for dinner. Things had come to such a pass! Anyway, we spent some more quality moments until it was time for them to leave. It was pretty clear that they wouldn't find any hotel open tonight as well since all outlets were still closed. I suggested their having dinner with us, an offer they reluctantly and politely declined. I wasn't insistent since it would mean Santosh being overworked. I felt guilty...still do.
Conveyance was non-existent and they had to walk all the way back home, but not before stopping over at Vivek's place. Sittu borrowed my An Equal Music and I asked him to finish it up ASAP. Here's a secret: I'm very uncomfortable with lending my books. It's like asking your enemy to sleep with your beloved wife! Pretty often, you never get your wife back!! Anyway, I can trust Sittu with the book (& only the book). Sure enough, Prattek & Sittu had to survive once again on biscuits for dinner.
This isn't how life is supposed to be lived! Do we really have a choice? Guess what, Bangalore is one of India's most privileged cities!
Snapped by Sittu)
OK, the day began with me being uncertain about whether today was declared a holiday or not. Contacted control room, today's indeed a holiday!
The night before, Sittu & Prateek had intimated us about their desire to seek culinary refuge at our place the next day since all the hotels had downed their shutters and the poor souls had nowhere to go. Most welcome, I said.
Well, the shops were all closed today as well. I spent the day my usual way, surfing the net scouring for information. That was until our valued guests showed up in the evening. The rendezvous was long overdue. Santosh cooked for them, we surfed, clicked, bluetoothed, chatted, ridiculed Bangalore, exchanged tales and cracked jokes.
Lunch was pretty late (not for us, as we had had our fill at the usual time). I felt sorry for the famished folks 'coz they had to make do with only biscuits the previous night for dinner. Things had come to such a pass! Anyway, we spent some more quality moments until it was time for them to leave. It was pretty clear that they wouldn't find any hotel open tonight as well since all outlets were still closed. I suggested their having dinner with us, an offer they reluctantly and politely declined. I wasn't insistent since it would mean Santosh being overworked. I felt guilty...still do.
Conveyance was non-existent and they had to walk all the way back home, but not before stopping over at Vivek's place. Sittu borrowed my An Equal Music and I asked him to finish it up ASAP. Here's a secret: I'm very uncomfortable with lending my books. It's like asking your enemy to sleep with your beloved wife! Pretty often, you never get your wife back!! Anyway, I can trust Sittu with the book (& only the book). Sure enough, Prattek & Sittu had to survive once again on biscuits for dinner.
This isn't how life is supposed to be lived! Do we really have a choice? Guess what, Bangalore is one of India's most privileged cities!
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and deepsn, plz dont expect ur book anytime soon. with age, my reading speed has been drastically reduced :(
But really, all credit should go to Santosh!
Even his blog is infested with pitiable tales of shameless lass worshipping!
Deepanjan convey my thanks to Santu babu.