Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part III

“Ek hot and sour chicken soup,” J ordered.
“Soup?” The lady echoed

Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part II

It was pitch dark. The first few steps and my foot banged a table. Ouch! A lighter flashed in that light.

Flashbacks: From Shloka to Roshni – Part I

It was one of those restaurants that service both families and men who enjoy a drink.