In the one month that the BF was in town, we went out more often and had more lunches and dinners together than we usually do in an entire year! We practically ate out every evening. If not out, we ordered home delivery 🙂
One of the best days that I had with him was last Sunday. He had to leave that night and we took the day off to do some quick last minute shopping. since it was a pleasant day, we took the new bike. On our way, about a kilometer away from our house, it started drizzling.
“Oh no! Its raining now. We’ll get soaked” , I moaned.
“Want to turn back and get the car? I have the keys in my pocket”, suggested BF.
“Umm….lets see…I think it will stop shortly”.
So we went a little distance before the rain started pelting us a little more strongly.
“Uh oh dear…I think we better get the car”, I yelled in his ear.
So the BF took a quick U-turn and we headed back home. On the way, we passed a couple with their young son, sitting on their bike under a tree, obviously taking shelter for a few minutes.
“N”, said the BF after a brief silence,”What if we didn’t have a car?”
“Well, then we’d also be standing under a tree like that family back there”, I said.
“Don’t you think we are getting too soft? I mean, we can handle this much rain, can’t we?”
“Well……..we sure could”, I said.
So we stopped under another tree and waited for a few minutes. When there was no sign of the rain letting up, we threw caution to the winds, the BF wore my helmet and riding jacket, I wrapped my scarf around my head and we headed towards our destination.
Sure, we got soaked in the lower half but it was so worth it! I can’t remember the last time both of us went on a bike ride in the rain.
It was beautiful 🙂 🙂 🙂 !!
The BF wanted to buy gifts for his female colleagues back in Chicago. I suggested we get them scarves, preferably, woollen ones because it will be winter there soon enough. We went to this shop called The Bombay Stores in Camp. It is a good place full of souvenirs at exorbitant rates that is frequented mostly by tourists or foreigners. I was a bit skeptical, but the last time the BF bought some good stuff from there at reasonable rates, so we took our chances and barged in.
I found the scarf section soon enough. They were hanging prettily on a shelf. I pointed out a few woollen ones to the BF and asked him if he liked the colours. Being no expert in scarves, he just nodded along as he checked out the price tags.
An audible gasp from him had me running back to check the tags myself. He looked stunned as showed it to me. “9999/-” it said.
It was my turn to gasp loudly.
“What is it made of”, I wondered, “Gold?!!” He made no reply 😐
“Ummm……why don’t we go for something lighter, say, silk ones?”, I suggested.
“Sure”, said a very shaken-up BF.
So I made my way to the silk scarf section and started hunting around, this time making sure that I checked the price-tags first.
“N…..just remember, I need to get FIVE of them scarves”, the BF was not really liking the scenario, I could make out. So being a wise and considerate wife, I dragged myself and the BF out of that place.
We stood outside, weighing our options on going to the other section of the city for shopping. Just then , I suggested that we drop by into the other souvenir store nearby, called Heritage Handicrafts Emporium.
That was the best move of the day.
The place was run by Kashmiris and had the usual collection of carved elephants in marble, jade and wood, silver jewellery, semi-precious stones and other knick-knacks. I asked for scarves and the fellow led us to an inside room which was full of beautiful Kashmiri fabrics, right from colourful Phirhans to coats, jackets, scarves, shawls, you name it, they had it!
The owner pulled out the different silk scarves from a shelf and laid them out. They were pure silk and if crumpled, could fit into a fist. They were also very rich in colour and texture. The cost? 1/10th the cost of scarves in the previous store 😀
We grabbed 5 of them within minutes and made our purchase.
The BF looked visibly relaxed and happy after that 🙂
It was lunch time but we didn’t plan on eating anything heavy. So the BF asked me if I was interested in going to the Starbucks cafe. I wasn’t interested in coffee and said no. So we made our way to an ancient Irani restaurant called “Vohuman Cafe” (it was a dump of a place which served the worlds BEST double cheese omelet ). I’d never been there before and didn’t know what to expect. An hour of finger licking goodness later, I decided that looks don’t matter even where food is concerned. As long as the bread is fresh off the oven and slathered generously with Amul butter, as long as the omelet arrives at your table sizzling hot with cheese bubbles popping on it, as long as the tea is strong with a hint of spice, ALL is well with the world and everything in it 😀 😀 😀
(To my cousin Gullu who’s been championing the cause of VC forever, I’d like to say, “You’re right Bro!!”)
Somehow, watching a crowd of college youngsters huddled over tables loaded with Bun-maska and chai, I realized that we can have our share of Baristas and CCDs and Starbucks (which might even do good business), but its these little tiny restaurants which have the heart of young people short on budget. It is here that one gets the satisfaction of having a filling meal without shelling out hundreds for a single cup of coffee. No wonder the place was packed to the gills 🙂
(It also reminded us of the days when all we could afford was a cup of tea shared between the two of us 😀 )
We were so stuffed at the end of an hour that I almost dozed off behind the BF as we made our way back home.
The BF left that night.
And no, I did not do the sobbing and wailing act like I wanted to. Lui beat me to it 😦
She cried like crazy at the thought of her ‘favourite Abbu’ leaving her. Even Shobby was subdued. He kept up a happy chatter till the BF was around and even blew kisses as his father left. But once back home, he too cried silently because he was missing his father 😦
Lui kept crying for a very long time, almost till 12 in the night. It just made us all even more upset (for the millionth time, I kept wondering what went wrong with my visa interview that my visa is still under processing 😦 ) . I’ll admit I felt more than guilty that the kids were left behind because of me. They could have been with their father right now, if only…..I don’t know what I did wrong or didn’t do 😦 . Hopefully, the BF will come back sooner than expected. Ameen 🙂
Dear BF, your visit was short but it had enough wonderful moments in it to get us by till you come back. Missing you loads 😦