Long time no posts. How are yea readers..? Hope your life is awesomatic ofthe life of pi :D Didn’t find time actually. But still.. I am determined topost something or the other today. I decided to write up a story but thinkingwhat the story should be - comedy or sad, horror or thriller, and whatever. Letus see how it goes. I will start with a disclaimer so that no one will file acase on me. :D
All characters appearing in thisstory may be fictitious or may be real. Any resemblance to real persons, livingor dead is purely planned.
Smoking and Drinking is not injuriousto health until your girlfriend scolds you badly.
Everything is fair in love and war. But, it’s not fair that everythingshould be done unfairly to make it fair having the reason that it’s fair inlove and war. Love should not create a war but a war can create love. But, bothlove and war are dangerous in its very own ways. But, this proverb is nothingto do with the story what you are going to read now. It’s just starter filler. Let’smove on to the real story which is not actually real because if it’s real then it’snot a story.
A hundred feet road filled with trees on both sides. Its a little busy road which has lot of shops, restaurants, cafe and outlets. There was a coffee shop called “Café Tea Night” and there was a table in the cornerwhich can accommodate four people. It had only the cashier, the cook and thewaiter. Two guys sitting in the middle table seeing each other and smiling. Onewas tall and lean. The other was short and stout. Five girls reached the café.The door was closed. One among the five pushed the door hard and hit herself onhead. The other girl next to her screamed, “Sujatha, it’s clearly written PULL.Pull it.” Having said this, she pulled it hard and almost broke the handle. Oneamong the five said,” Washme, I think it’s closed.” The guy at the counterwatching this came for their help. It was a two way door and opened the otherdoor which was not hooked. They searched for empty tables and took their seatsin the corner table. Washme dragged a chair from the next table making a keech noise and sat on it. And exactly opposite to that table a guy was standing dressedlike a waiter. He was short, lean and had round big eyes. His moustache was bigwhich was running till his ears and covered his face. His appearance was very fearful.And he was staring these girls as if he is going to eat them up. Manaali said, “Guys,you see a guy standing opposite to us. He is staring at us.” Frightened girls didn’thave a look at him instead praying for some other waiter to take their order. Silenceprevailed among the girls.
Soon this guy came walking towards them. Heart beat rate increased for thegirls as if they are going for an appraisal meeting. He came near them andstood. Heart breaking sound of a thunder struck and soon it started rainingheavily. He stood behind Sornaka, with blushing face he started, “I amCaapinath. What would you like to have madams?” Washme started laughing and Korangit askedhim, “Madams..? Why is it madams?” The waiter replied, “One girl, singular,madam. Five girl, plural, madams. What would you like to have madams?” Controllingher laughter Sujatha said,”Give us a moment”. Caapinath replied, “Sorry madam,we don’t have moment. Like to haveanything else?” Korangit stressed,”Time. Time. We need time.” Caapinath,”Okaymadams. How many ?”
“Caapi, come here”, a stern voice came from distance and Caapi left thetable saying, “Sorry madams, excuse me a minute for five minutes.”It took some time for the waiter to return andmeanwhile everyone decided what they are going to have. After deciding what toeat, they started talking about the trip they have planned. They are very muchexcited about the trip and its place called “Budakudda”. Washme asked the other four,” How many peopleare coming?” Sujatha replied,”I suppose twelve, it would be real fun.”Sornaka, “How are we going to travel?” Before she could get a reply, a guy withmoderate weight and height approached them. He was wearing sleeveless shirt anda shorts with coolers on his eyes which looked cool. It was night time and dimlight all over the café , he couldn’t see properly as he was wearing goggles. Hestumbled upon so many chairs on the way and reached the corner table. He bentdown, showed his romantic eyes with little lowering the goggles said, I amKonand, Can I have your order please.” Washme ordered for a sandwich. Sornakaordered boiled water. Korangit and Manaali ordered for Cappachino. Once againKonand bent down and lowered his glass asking, “You need Cappachino with onlyheart or heart with an arrow design”. Manaali said, “Give us just coffee.” Sujatha ordered for chocolate fudge and ice leamon tea. “Will beback in a minute” said Konand and left the table.
Sujatha’s phone rang and it is one of her friend who is coming for Budakudda.She picked up and got to know that one guy who is coming for the trip iscelebrating his birthday on the day they are going to start. And he asked herto order for a cake, so that they can make the birthday boy cut the cake duringtravel. As soon as she hung up the call, Caapinath reached their table with abig tray in his hand, placed everything before them. Sornaka was so excited todrink boiled water, she even asked Washme to taste it. Before Caapinath leavingthe table asked them, “Madams, anything else you want?” Sujatha with a spoonfull of chocolate fudge in her mouth said, “We need a cake. Birthday cake.”Caapinath replied them, “Sure madam, Which flavor you need? One kg or Onegaalkg?” Sujatha thinking for a while said, “Black forest, 1kg and on the cakewrite, ‘Happy Birthday Gori laass’”. Having taken the order Caapinath left.
Thunder struck once again, now no electricity. It was full dark. There was asound near the entrance, everyone turned towards the door, none could see whatis happening but could sense some movement happening. Lightening gave them some light and they could see a guyentering into the café.