'Why, are you busy with something? I spoke. 'Can't you wait for some time?'
'Remember, this is what you said a half an hour ago - "some time". So, some time means an hour or so?'
27G came by the way, Finally, Ranjan relished. From the bus jumped a short, shabby haired, blunt nosed fellow.
'Hey Sanjay! Hope you are fine.' cried Pranav's voice. 'I'm so sorry for that time delay. Gotta climb two buses you know!'
Knowing Ranjan was about to counter that, I questioned, 'Fine, where can we go?'
'Oh well. By the way,' he was opening his bag pack and pulled out a small box covered with wrappers and a card stuck on it, 'Happy Birthday dude!' he said.
'Oh well, thanks mate. Where shall we go?'
'What about McPlottis?' Ranjan encountered. 'I just went a week before and it was so good. Reasonably priced as well.'
'What do you think Pranav, I asked, brimming with enjoyment and happiness.
Pranav understood us. Just a small nod was enough to make him and his friends happy! - However, it was my treat.
***
'Paneer Frankie, Chicken tikka and Tom-yam soup would do for me.'. Ranjan was the first one to pick the menu card.We all agreed to the same. We ordered them to the waiter. The notice board opposite us clearly noted that we all had to wait for twenty minutes.
Meanwhile Pranav picked up something from his bag. And that turned out to be a rotten bread enveloped with cling film.
'Look at this. I am going to the lab tonight and and examine this.' whispered the bio-tech master who sat with us for lunch. Yes, it is Pranav. It seems awful when someone takes rotten breads for observing in labs.
'Labs aren't opened on Sundays.' said Ranjan.
'Well, I think I have to do it tomorrow then.' disappointingly spoke, Pranav.
I smiled at him. The waiter served us the dishes and we kept ourselves busy and occupied with munching and tasting them. As a matter of fact, Ranjan seemed correct. The prices were less. Thank God, I can save some money, then.
After we washed our hands, the waiter kept the bill book on the table. Not bad. It had cost Rs 275 for all of us. So, I opened my purse and ...
'What the hell! I just have ten rupees! I cried quietly. No one else heard me except my friends. They had no money either.
'Bloody shit! Gonna get screwed up.' Ranjan swore burning with tension. Pranav spoke nothing but hung his head down. I didn't understand what was that feeling supposed to be.
If you had seen cartoons, you would have discovered bulbs glowing on top of of the heads when they get some ideas.
Same thing happened here. I saw Pranav's rotten bread and Ranjan's soup bowl with soup filled half the cup as he couldn't drink anymore.
I called the manager and showed him the soup. On sniffing it, he was half dizzy. The mixture of the soup and the rotten bread worked well.
'Sorry sir, It it our mistake. Please don't call out loud and drive away our customers. Maybe we can offer you a free meal today...'
Meanwhile Pranav picked up something from his bag. And that turned out to be a rotten bread enveloped with cling film.
'Look at this. I am going to the lab tonight and and examine this.' whispered the bio-tech master who sat with us for lunch. Yes, it is Pranav. It seems awful when someone takes rotten breads for observing in labs.
'Labs aren't opened on Sundays.' said Ranjan.
'Well, I think I have to do it tomorrow then.' disappointingly spoke, Pranav.
I smiled at him. The waiter served us the dishes and we kept ourselves busy and occupied with munching and tasting them. As a matter of fact, Ranjan seemed correct. The prices were less. Thank God, I can save some money, then.
After we washed our hands, the waiter kept the bill book on the table. Not bad. It had cost Rs 275 for all of us. So, I opened my purse and ...
'What the hell! I just have ten rupees! I cried quietly. No one else heard me except my friends. They had no money either.
'Bloody shit! Gonna get screwed up.' Ranjan swore burning with tension. Pranav spoke nothing but hung his head down. I didn't understand what was that feeling supposed to be.
If you had seen cartoons, you would have discovered bulbs glowing on top of of the heads when they get some ideas.
Same thing happened here. I saw Pranav's rotten bread and Ranjan's soup bowl with soup filled half the cup as he couldn't drink anymore.
I called the manager and showed him the soup. On sniffing it, he was half dizzy. The mixture of the soup and the rotten bread worked well.
'Sorry sir, It it our mistake. Please don't call out loud and drive away our customers. Maybe we can offer you a free meal today...'
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