You know how sometimes you meet people after about 28 months or so, and conversation picks up from some random thread. You immediately talk of all the gross things and trade story for story. I met SB today for coffee/ aloo parantha. She was a batchmate at TISS and has a wicked sense of humour. I mean wicked.
So I treat her to coffee which I think she liked, and bought her an aloo parantha at Brick Lane. I took her to this small little place called Sweet and Spicy. We look at the ceiling and spot a fan that reminds me of a cross between a government quarter fan in Delhi and a bauble filled Magpie’s nest. Sweet and Spicy apart from providing really cheap food, has wonderful posters of wrestlers on their walls. I wonder who these pehelwaans were and why they’re up on the walls here. Maybe someday I’ll actually ask.