bacon fries

we had lunch in this quaint little cafe with lime and sky-blue walls plastered with pop-culture posters. Adi commented on how the atmosphere would have made for a great way to start a film. We started making up little back stories for the people around us, about how the couple sitting behind us were in their final stages, you could see that they were bored of each other but neither really had the courage to break it off, neither of them wanted to deal with the consequences, the relationship had given them the illusion of companionship. They were, as we all are, afraid of the abyss of isolation. Perpendicular to them, sat two friends, facing each other. Their eyes slanted down onto their phones. They were, we decided, two old friends who had just met after a long time. Except, neither of them had anything in common. They had deviated from the path the two of them had trodden together in high-school. One was dressed in all black and probably liked Nirvana, the other didn’t listen to music. They were waiting for the bill to arrive so they could put the awkwardness behind them and carry on with their lives, forcing the other into the misty clutches of the head reserved for friends-turned-acquaintances. The group of guys sitting in a crowd around the chess board (there was a chess board and a mandolin!) went to the same coaching institute and dreamt of fame. They didn’t really know how to play chess. The waitress was this really pretty lady with this really rad nose ring and round spectacles, her smile was genuine (or is that how they get us to buy more? Ah, the woes of capitalism). It resonated with me, in a way. I wanted her to be the protagonist but Adi settled on the man sitting right in front of us. He was forlorn, twiddling his thumbs. He was in his mid-thirties and had just begun to realize that he wouldn’t ever be able to escape the mediocrity. That he was subjected to the same, Kafkaesque routine for the rest of his life. He was on the verge of giving in to it too, right at the brim.
We had the best bacon fries ever in that cafe


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