Continued from yesterday.
We were a couple of twelve year-olds returning back from our weekend football practise. The sun had just set, there was still light around. We were still a distance from home.
“Do you know how much for a Chinese soup?” J asked me with a grin on his lips.
I smiled at J, his goofy grin grew wider. We had saved up on rickshaw fare by walking to & back the last two times from practise. Now we had money to spare — the way adults did.
“I know just the place,” J said.
That’s how we had ended up at this place. Because J took me there. And i didn’t know till then such a place happened to be so close to my house, not a clue.
The outside space was sad. A decrypt sofa, a guy probably staff sleeping on it, a bunch of plastic chairs piled in a corner, a big-ass fridge & cheap tiles on the floor. Clearly a place not being used. Despite all this, I followed J as he led the way to the inside section.
It was pitch dark. The first few steps and my foot banged a table. Ouch! A lighter flashed in that light. I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings, more taken in by the person holding the lighter — a lady with a crooked smile!
Wow! J had led us to a ladies bar!
Wait for the next installment tomorrow…
appam stew n prawns patiyo 