Love at first bite.



So Mohit landed up at Dave’s Deli again. He and his friends had been regular there, so much so that they knew each and every server by his/her name.

It was 9:00 pm.He sat at one of his favorite spots, the 2 sitter table with the amazing view of the garden in front of the café.  Vishnu usually came to take his order.

“Hello Sir” said an unfamiliar voice. “Menu.” She said with a smile, and placed the menu card on the table.

Being a frequent visitor he had never seen that girl here before.

“New here?” he asked curiously.

“I’m sorry sir?” she said puzzled.

“Yea I’m assuming you’re new here. Given you gave me the menu card. I always have Italian on Wednesdays. And always order Bruscheta and Lasagna with white sauce- I forgot it’s name, whatever it was” he said irritated.

He was pissed off after the heated argument he had with his boss, that evening.  When all his week’s hard work went unacknowledged by the boss who scolded him for a tiny mistake.

Instead of apologizing for not knowing her regular client she said “Same thing every week?”

“Yes. Is there are a problem?” Mohit asked still irritated.

“No sir, but I’d recommend…”

“Did I ask what you would?”

“No sir.” She said like a kid whose candy had been snatched from his hand.

Then mohit remembered how he was pissed from his boss and he was kind of doing the same thing.

“I’ll get your order sir” she said. All the excitement in her voice had vanished away.

“Wait” he said.

“What were you recommending?”

Her face lit up again. It was not until then had Mohit seen her properly.

She was dressed like most waiters, yet she looked different and was really beautiful, he never thought of others girls as equally pretty, ok maybe he did. But she was too pretty to be a waitress.

“Crostini Della Casa and Agilo olio peperonica?” she asked.

“Surprise me!”Mohit said with a smirk.

She smiled and left.

While she left, all he could think of was how pretty she was, which was unusual given all he usually would think of his ‘How delicious his pasta/lasagna would be?’

Being the foodie he always was, everything came secondary to him, sometimes even girls.

But this was something different. And unexpected to him.

All he was waiting was for her to return so he could have a look at her once again.

Every time the kitchen door would open, he was hoping it was her.

Finally she arrived, with the recommended food. And placed the order on the table.

“Enjoy the meal sir.” She said after she had served the food.  He was busy checking her out while served.

“Thank you.” He smiled.

The food was well plated, and looked delicious. As soon as he took the first bite.

He felt as if that was the most heavenly ting he ever had. It was incredible. The pasta was amazing- tender and delicious, seasoned delicately and perfectly accompanied by the sauce. The bread on the other hand was perfectly crisp and scrumptious. With every bite he had, he longed for more.

Not for a second had he thought of or looked for the waitress again.

He knew he was in love, yet again.

Of course, with the food.


-The LazyyBlogger


The cafe.

Rhea was the last one to arrive; her friends were sitting at the usual place.

“So, for a change I’ll scold her for being late” Amey laughed. Rhea never left a chance to shout at anyone who was late, she had always hated it.

“Oh come on, she’s always on time. Once a while someone can be a bit late.” Sanchi said defending her best friend.

“But it’s half an  hour since we are waiting, and she isn’t picking up her phone also.” Rahul was worried “She never ignores anyone of our calls.”

“She must be driving. Give it a rest you guys! So, who else will share the Oreo shake with me?” asked Vikram at his hungry best.

“What’s the point? You’ll end up drinking the whole of it anyways!” mentioned Sanchi. Everyone ended up laughing.


“Sorry sorry sorry” Rhea had finally reached. “I completely forgot and ..” she stopped talking mid way to have a glimpse of the lady who was sitting adjacent.  She found it unusual the way she was looking at all of them.

“What’s up with her?” she asked in a low tone.

It wasn’t until she pointed out that anyone had made a note of her presence.

“She looks like the mystery lady in the movies, who turn out to be a ghosts at the end.” Vik said.

“Shut up Vik! Stop dragging horror movies into everything.” Malvika said, she had always been terrified of such movies.

“What if she is?  ”

“But she’s not. Chuck her. What’s for snacks ? ” Malvika said.

Everyone got back to ordering and gossiping.

An hour or so later, they called for the bill.

“Vik you better contribute this time. Kanjoos!” Rhea said.

“Vey, I always pay..But today Rahul will pay my share” Vik said and turned to Rahul.

“Please dude! ” he told Rahul.

“I pay all the time like my dad’s a freaking Ambani” Rahul was crisp in replying.

Just when the two were arguing the waiter came, but surprisingly not with the bill.

It was a letter.

Sanchi took it and read. (It read something like)

 Dear kids,

It was so pleasing to see you all sitting together and having fun. Fighting and gossiping. It reminded me of my son.

I lost him 3 years ago in a crash. If he were alive, I’m sure he would have been around your age and probably enjoying too.

I just payed your bill thinking I would have given him money, if he wanted to go out with friends.

Lots of Love.

All of them were left stumped.

365 Writing Challenge. February 16th.

Ok, so yesterday while i was randomly browsing through wordpresss and stumbled upon this.

And thanks to this, I started writing so, now I don’t know if I will get writing daily or not. But had to start somewhere, so here I am.

The clock

February 16.

The clock

Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post,

include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately

looked at the clock”

I had reached my new office half an hour before. First days are awkward. Well, most days are but this is the problem about being socially awkward. As much as I love my new job and the work I’m suppose to do. The thought of meeting the new people slightly terrified me.  I’m not a people’s person, never was and I highly doubt I could ever be. I heard a car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. It was 9:00. The official office time. A girl, almost my age entered. She happily wished the gatekeeper a good morning and then went ahead to open up the office. Damn. I thought, extroverts are hard and mostly treat socially weird people like say me, as if we were some disabled folks and keep pushing us to speak as if we were the kids in nursery class. As much as i did not want to enter then, I thought it would be nice to enter the place before the boss and others did. So I took a breath and entered.  She looked up, while she was arranging a few files nearby.

“Yes?” she said too sweetly. I hated extra sweet people.

“I’m Vineet.” I said. Didn’t know what else to say.

She continued to give me confused look.

“I’m the new intern here.” I added.

“Oh!” she said brining the happily excited look back on her face.

“I’m Megha, I joined a few days back only.” I could see two people arrive from the entrance who glanced at us, but did not stop to talk. And she continued”I’m also an intern like you. Which branch?”

“Design.” I said.

“That’s great. Me too!”

I just awkwardly smiled.

I guess the boss will come in a assign you the work officially but we’re to help at the next documentary they are making, It is regarding the social awareness week for this company, that is our client.”

“Alright.” I said.

She’s going to be hard to work with I thought.

Just then, the boss arrived. He looked at me and signaled me to join him.

I left soon after.

-The LazyyBlogger.

If Only


After snoozing my alarm for which I thought was the second time, I check the time. 9:00. I was late. Late for the meeting at 10:00, and I had to travel for half an hour. If only mom was home I thought. So, I quickly grab the only ironed shirt in the wardrobe. And yesterday’s trousers hanging in the bathroom peg. If only had I skipped yesterday’s match. If only I had woken up early. If only there’s not much traffic on the way.  If only. I look at the watch again, 9:10.’I should really get going to the station’, I thought. Took my file and left. A small run, a turn here and a dodge here, avoiding any crash I moved forward in a hurry. But *crash* and I bumped into someone. All the papers on the floor

Great” I said.

I hastily drop to my knees and pick up every sheet while breathing, “Shit” multiple times. I notice that the girl who bumped me is helping in picking up the papers. Looked at my watch again.

9:25. “Need to rush.”  I reminded myself.

“Thanks” I said to the girl who helped.

But as soon as I saw her face, I almost dropped the file again.
I was stumped.


All the memories came rushing to me.
All the words.
All the promises.
All the lost love.

The conversation played in his mind.

“I’ll always be there for you Rhea, no matter what.”

I couldn’t believe that I was really looking at her right now. It seemed too good to be true. Five years had passed. And after that long time, here we were again, looking at each other, observing if this is really true.

“Hi Arun, nice to see you” she said.
“Good to see you too” I replied, still recovering from the shock.

I can sense the awkwardness the situation has formed. What had ended on a bitter note, had led to this.
My phone rings. I ignore it.

“Long time, how have you been?” She asked, I could still feel the agony of the past in her voice.
“ I’ve been alright.” I was still lost for words.
My phone’s starts ringing but I don’t respond to it.
“Looks like you’re still busy” she smiled. That wasn’t the first time she said that. Just in a different manner this time along.

My phone starts ringing. I pick it up. It’s from the office.
“I’m on my way. Just 10 more minutes.” I say.
Call ends.

“Rhea, it was really nice running into you, it’s just that I have a really important meeting right now. So..umm.. can we catch up sometime later?” I asked, not knowing what to accept as an answer.

“It’s alright Arun. Maybe some other time, when we accidently bump into each other again.” She said. Smiled me a goodbye, and left.

I left too. Thinking, “If only things had been different.”

– The Lazyy Blogger.