It was that one hour just after an hour of swim – where you would feel you want to eat twice your stomach’s capability. I knew, that the lunch I would get in A2B wouldn’t even half settle my hunger then. Nevertheless, I stopped my bike there of scarcity in options on a Sunday. If one wanna go for a swim in mid of a day, one has to plan a little, atleast I need very much. Swim for atleast two hours after food isn’t good for stomach. Food immediately after swim is a craving – body will make one feel that very explicitly.
Anyway, I got a South Indian meal in A2B. Rested myself at the only available table there and started displacing all the cups – having everything from Salt to pickle, from the plate to the table; to make place for various mixes of taste, color and smell I was about to enjoy. I started, as I always say, to feed my hunger; fingers mixing, hands displacing food from plate to mouth, mouth chewing, mind thinking of what to get next after completing the meal.
“Is anybody coming here?” asked a female voice, pointing at the two chairs opposite to me in the table I was sitting.
She was carrying.
“No”, I said, “you can sit.”
There was another one beside her carrying a plate. They both sat opposite to me, with a North Indian meal.
“Even you have.. hmm… take..” She told him.
“No. You have, I will have later..” he refused.
They both looked to me like a couple who don’t quite come to such hotels unless for a special reason. Simple, ordinary, daily waged Indian class. I presumed, he wanted to get his pregnant wife a special food.
Somewhere in middle of their conversations he said “we should have taken that”, showing my plate, “It has more varieties..”. She tapped him a little firm, asking to pull his hand.
I saw them both, they smiled, I smiled back. He was himself – didn’t hide behind etiquette.
When she was almost to be done, he asked her, “Whatelse do you want to have?”
“No no, nothing more, this is full”
“No, tell me, I have thirty more rupees, we can spend that..”. For thirty rupees one can’t get much there in A2B, that would make you feel as enough food.
“No, have it for your lunch”, She said.
They seemed generous for each-other, amidst all deficiencies. I started my bike, remembering about the food I wanted to buy after the meal.