Breakfast at five in the evening, or is it lunch? Nobody really knows. It's just food for now, energy on a plate - mere sustenance. That is all that matters, all we need. If we could skip our meals and still have the strength to go on, we wouldn't bother with this drivel.
Deputy R says we've got to learn a few tricks from those humpback cuties. He is a bright kid, that one. He means well.
We place our orders in sickening haste. Strange requests one after the other. The waiter, Krishna, wants to have nothing to do with us. Poor guy can't even make sense of our choices. Well, neither can I, but these are trivial matters right now.
Food cannot be thought about. There's no time for such indulgence.
We eat noodles with dal fry, butter nan with sliced onions and fried rice with Coke. The combine is profoundly idiotic but we are too far up our asses to care. Between payments and delays and timelines, there isn't much space to fit even a comb.
We finish our meal like an ill-fated formality. Bills are paid. Hands are washed. Not a second is wasted.
Dinner is next.
Pasta with fresh lassi?
Deputy R says we've got to learn a few tricks from those humpback cuties. He is a bright kid, that one. He means well.
We place our orders in sickening haste. Strange requests one after the other. The waiter, Krishna, wants to have nothing to do with us. Poor guy can't even make sense of our choices. Well, neither can I, but these are trivial matters right now.
Food cannot be thought about. There's no time for such indulgence.
We eat noodles with dal fry, butter nan with sliced onions and fried rice with Coke. The combine is profoundly idiotic but we are too far up our asses to care. Between payments and delays and timelines, there isn't much space to fit even a comb.
We finish our meal like an ill-fated formality. Bills are paid. Hands are washed. Not a second is wasted.
Dinner is next.
Pasta with fresh lassi?
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