“Try the pancakes, with honey – they are good” She suggests.
I nod and add a masala tea to the order. Her phone rings while she is scanning the menu. “An omelet for me…” she rushes out of the café to talk.
I find a corner table and start scanning my mobile for morning news. The café rings with laughter suddenly and I pull my face to see some young girls giggling their way in. She’s still talking on the phone outside the door, shifting herself from one leg to other.
There’s cassia blooming outside on a tree behind her. Surprised at its own fertility his young flower laden branches are struggling against the bitter January wind. Perhaps, the nature wants to have spring early this year.
My eyes focus back to her slightly troubled face. I wonder…
The tea arrives and while I soak in its aroma, the pancakes too. They are good – these guys at Nik’s – they won’t serve the omelet until she’s here.
She comes back in pulling her warm coat closer; her face is back to her usual blank-happiness state.
“How is it?”
“Ummm… pancakes are good, masala tea is better at CCD!”Read More