I was in my 11th grade. I was probably 16 years old with new friends and a new life. There were so many hotels and eateries surrounding our campus, oh and also, we were located in the heart of the city. I don't know about high schools in other cities, but in Bangalore, the majority of them weren't strict at least back then. We had freedom. We could sit for the first 3 periods and then later walkout. Attend any class we wanted. Of course, every subject had its own attendance record and it mattered. Below 75% attendance was an alert zone meaning your parents would be notified and the hall tickets wouldn't be issued easily. This was a new type of freedom we all had experienced. We would bunk many classes, go out watch movies with our crushes, girlfriend or our gang and etc.
There was this small hotel near our college, run by this couple who back then were in their 40s. It was a hotel with a size of a train compartment. There was only one granite bench outside for people to sit and eat, and next to it was a mini washbasin for cleaning, They would mainly cook breakfast menu like Dosa and Idlies, rice meals at a small price. Our gang and I would sit there almost every morning to have our breakfast and with a cup of filter coffee.
Their dosas were something I have always craved for, even now while I'm writing this. It was soft, yet crispy smeared with a thick layer of butter and a river of spicy coconut chutney beside it. It was called the "Benne Dose", benne stands for butter and Dose for Dosa. Their hot Idlies were as soft as a sponge. We would compete for who eats the most. While having our coffee, we would discuss the day's schedule.
Most of the times we would sit there and complete our never-ending lab records and observation books. It was not just our gang, so many other students used to visit their hotel. As weeks passed by, we became good friends with the couple. At times they would pull our legs,
"So, today no record writing, eh?" or "Who's bunking what class today?" or "Who was the girl you came with yesterday, ehhh!?" and so on,
We spent two years with them and at their hotel. Worth every second.
We would go to the hotel and be like,
"Aaaunttiiie, what's there to eat?" and "Which chutney auntie, red or white?" and "Uncle, make the dosa crispy and a bit dark!" and "Auntieee, make the coffee full hot, it's ok! Let it burn my throat, haha!" and so on.
2012, we all graduated from 12th grade. In a way even the couple did, they knew our syllabus.
Those were the best days of my life. Even today few of us visit them for breakfast or an evening snack. I'm not a fan of fancy hotels, sure the A/C is cool, the sofa is comfortable but the food tastes better where people are more lively and not robots, be it any hotel.
I'm 24 now, I look back at those days and wish it would repeat again, but I guess not. Lastly, the name of the hotel is 'Davenegere hotel'. Davenegere is a town, a few hours from Bangalore.
People in my city are happy today, Celebrating the sudden yet most awaited downpour Some are hiding under the yellow shield, The most humble man of my neighborhood is on a spree, To hit the sparrows hiding under his newly constructed space Kids are waiving their hands out to Strangers walking strongly to find a shade. Plants have turned more greener, Terrace has washed away the dirt. Humans are happy, wishing to have more of it. Rains leave me melancholic. An eerily feeling of restlessness gushes down my spine, I wonder how one event can have so Contrasting results. Duality, as they say is the answer. Your sadness is followed by a smile, Grief grows calm over the time, Anger is subdued by peace. As i sit here, listening to the raindrops falling on the road, I wonder does the Earth feel the same way About the rains hitting its surface As do the humans? @mirakee@mirakeeworld@soulwriter@writersnetwork#pod