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Finding love over lunch

I’m ready to find a man.

We were meeting after a long time. I arrived at the restauarant first, a suburban chain that did a little Desi, some Continental & a bit of Chinese. Well, it was meeting him that mattered.

It’s been a while since I have known for sure.

I quickly erased the thought that H had put on weight, to envelope him in a warm embrace, but felt guilty later. The guilt played in my gaze and he noticed it. We let it go and sat down across the table.

Have I found the right place to look? Not yet.

I was having a Virgin Caipiroska (mint, orange, watermelon) mocktail. H ordered a cappuccino first. I raised an eyebrow — he said he just felt like it. I then asked for a Madras Filter Coffee. I pointed out the kind of menu here — he changed his mind and stuck to Cappuccino.

I didn’t like groups. One on one was a yes.

He was taken aback by my revelations. I was pleased but not surprised by his progress. That brought us to the main course. H is vegetarian. I decided to eat veg too. Easier that way.

Some want a relationship, some like it casual. I want …

We kept handing each other the menu. Finally, I decided to choose. Promptly, H revealed he had eaten paneer yesterday. And that he was allergic to mushrooms. That was half the menu gone.

Yes — you are right. I do have a strong defence mechanism.

We agreed on a Pizza Margherita (tomatoes, fresh Mozzarella & Basil) followed by a Grilled Cottage cheese sizzler in Sriracha Sauce — Paneer again. We loved the Pizza, the sizzler was just ‘ehh’.

Next time we should meet at ‘P’ bookstore. The owner was really cute 🙂

H wanted to walk home. I commented on the heat. He changed his mind. We hugged. I felt this warm protective feeling towards him. He stepped back, I stepped back. We exited the place together into the bright afternoon sun. 

I think I will walk for a bit, then take a rickshaw.

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Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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