This restaurant does not have AC. The large sliding windows and a number of trees that dot this place is sufficient to keep it cool.We were seated beside one of the large windows, talking and looking at the road outside and the clouds which might burst any time.
“Surely driving interests me and the car is delivering a very good mileage” Arijit talks about his drive trip to Mandarmoni.
“How is the road now?”, I ask.
“Its great. NH 41 has been completed and you can drive on over 100 kms of National Highways to Digha now”
“I am thinking about a motorcycle trip in future” I say.
Just then the rains lash around . The big windows,which were drawn wide open, let it all in and it almost spoiled the drinks. I wish it does not outlast our lunch. The rains have made the air cooler in the restaurant and the large fans over our table intensify the effect.
We are onto the third drink now.It feels fabulous and the thoughts now have drifted back to the far more younger days: School days and pure innocence.
Stories like clinging onto the guava tree like a rockstar’s microphone at our tutors place until it gave away or kicking that partially broken wall to the point it broke down or the other time when a teacher of ours resorting to saying “I hope that my son does not grow up like him”.
We enjoy hearty laughs and are almost all over the table.So much so that the stomach aches with laughter and tears come out of the eyes. I see a couple of folks looking at us, like crazy fellas we are.
“Lets have our lunch” I say.
“Yes sure, with another drink”, Arijit says.
I second him, “Okay this is the final one, since we have to ride up this road and its a bad stretch”
The alcohol has worked up our apetite and the excellently cooked Rara Chicken complements the hunger pangs. The minced meat and the chicken have been blended spotlessly and with the hot tawa ka roti and the freshly cut onion rings it forms a great lunch.
We dip our fingers and eat to our hearts content.
