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Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part II

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…


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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