Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Untitled and Unfinished

"Quite smooth" exclaimed Ramlal, enjoying his large glass of lassi. Sipping a little more from the glass with reluctance and fear of emptying it, he repeated himself.
Dharam Singh was too busy with paranthas to retort back. In the middle of the night amidst windy and cold paths leading up North, the only thing on Dharam Singh's mind was food, with no offense meant towards lassi of course, which he would finally drink up to drown all the food.
The warm glow of a traditional lantern lit up the dhaba in a clumsy and economical way. Far inside the earthen walls, a hissing fire burned, rising from dead wood, charring an old piece of metal, relegated to being a cutlery. Wheat pancakes were prepared at a surprising pace by a man, seemingly in his early forties, unshaven, sporting a month old beard with white hair dispersed in ample, a long cloth circled awkwardly on his head.
Even with all the immense hunger for food, Dharam Singh could notice the guy work with mechanical accuracy, with a few askance glances.
"Sirji, why don't you try the lassi, it's wonderful" Dharam Singh heard Ramlal interrupt.
Being a man of reserved calm and even more reserved speech, Dharam Singh lifted his large glass of lassi and gulped some down. A cold went down his throat, churning his insides in a satisfying way. Cold weather made everything feel cold. Even the fire, Dharam Singh thought to himself.
The owner of the dhaba walked across the barren path, marked by dying bushes on both sides, towards the cot where Dharam Singh silently sat and ate with a majestic stance.
"Anything else, Sirji?" he asked.
"Nothing", "One more thing" came two contrasting replies.
Dharam Singh looked at Ramlal with surprise.
"Just one more lassi", Ramlal said with a sheepish smile.
The owner of the dhaba slowly made his way back into the cottage with oil stained empty plates gripped loosely in his hand.
The smoke from the fire inside began to drift outside, bringing with it a smell of sorts. The neutral air around Dharam Singh was soon replaced by a smokey aroma - burning wood, heated metal, fresh pancakes.

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