Subtitle: 'Some people do business for profit. Some others.. for a living..'
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“Do you need any more dosa ??”
Paruchechi had that usual curious face, as if, I say ‘yes’, she’s gonna start
a war on her kitchen cabin. I had a ‘none of this shit matters’ expression, followed by an extended version of my usual ‘NO!’.
My mind was somewhere else. Last night, I had a feast. The taste of
Tandoori chicken from Cassava...it’s still there! Why am I ruining it with this local dosa and chutney? Maybe this is what they call ‘the harsh reality of life’. This little restaurant in the middle of nowhere is the smallest and cheapest place in the city.
I wasted some serious money, last night. Maybe, I got nostalgic of the good old days, when I had too many paper notes in my pocket and too many people around to spend it with. I never really counted, the money I spend. You can’t blame me; money wasn’t a scarce resource back then.
Things turned around quickly and guess what.. now,...