Spice n Curry!

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Today was my final day of lunch-at-office - I did not bring lunch from home the whole of this week because the mom-cook-alike maid is not well. And since I love experimenting, I think that you have to eat at least small amount of food outside once in a while to realize the worth of home-cooked food! I am not good at cooking thanks to first my mom and then to mom-cook-alike maid who cooks for us here in canada. These people have pampered me with their delicious-consistent home-made-food and now i am afraid how i will survive if left alone. After waking up from one-hour-seemingly-never-ending meeting at office, I headed to Mirchi, an indian-canadian restaurant that happens to be just around the corner. Handling hunger-pangs at midday was ordinary, but ruminating as to what to eat for lunch was special. So, today was no exception with respect to this strangeness as I seriously gave a thought to the menu for lunch. As I am identity-less daughter of mom-north-indian-dad-south-indian parents, I am not typically against anything in indian food. After running through thick-leather-multipaged-menu, finally, I settled for the good old exotic bengali fish curry meal. Sadly, I managed to finish it off in 10 minutes and went again for a second round with aaloo paratha with pickle!. Even this was not enough so i went back to thick-leather-multipaged-menu, ignoring irritating glance from waiter thinking she-looks-so-lean-how-can-she-eat-so-much. As it was supposed to be quick lunch, I ordered thick tall glass of fruit salad with two scoops icecream for a round of dessert. I tend to take pleasure in whatever I eat and I have no care about it. But if you imagine me licking fingers and all stuff, let me clarify - no, i dont do all that. Being brought up in a high family, I can eat like a high-class girl outside and enjoy it too. So, here I was, savoring every spoon of my sweet mouth watering dessert and lost in my own world when I happened to see the table opposite mine. A German guy there was taking in the scene before him, with a most amused expression. At these moments my mind snaps to handle-a guy-staring-at-you mode. Since he was not indian, I stared rudely at him meaning mind-your-business for sometime and continued eating; nothing can come between me and food and that includes a german fellow. I don’t waste energy in staring at indian guys staring at me, I just ignore them. Having (sorrowfully) done with the last eatable on my table, I was on my way out when I heard a pleasant voice above my head, "Do you know that you happen to look quite amusing while eating?” I looked up to find the same german guy smiling at me. I nodded quick up and down in response and made a quick exit.