Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part I

Riding back home after a long day. Hunger pangs set in. I was passing by the place where I grew up. As good as any other place to get a take-away. I stopped at a place with bright lights. It’s name meant a Sanskrit verse.

Good thing I did.

It was one of those restaurants that service both families and men who enjoy a drink, I was neither, but still — a take-away is safe ground.

The ‘men who enjoy a drink‘ section was an open air space with a glass facade built around to cut off the traffic sounds from the busy road outside. The men were busy drinking, watching a match as the staff in smart uniforms milled around taking & servicing orders. Somehow the staff were avoiding my table like they knew, I was there just to get a parcel. I didn’t waste time, walked into the family section inside.

They family section had bright lights, air conditioned air, light music, cozy family vibes. The manager behind the bar-counter patiently took my order as i saw couples, women, families smiling, relishing food & having a good time. I headed out – still there was something that kept nagging me. I looked up, a chandelier — a big fella. And then it came back to me.

How I landed up at this place as a kid,

When it had a different name that meant ‘bright lights’,

And it was a ladies bar that also catered to happy endings.

To be continued

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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