My readers will recollect my longstanding relationship with another restaurant in my neighbourhood The Flour Works. To just refresh their memory, here is one post on an evening there.
The Meeta who features in that post, is the proprietress of TFW and is someone very special to me. Seeing that I was an orphan, she adopted me many years ago, quite as what, I am still to figure out. Her family too have become friends and so what she feels for me is almost ethereal.
The unintended consequence that this post talks about is her comment on my last post Unintended Consequences.
“I may sound callous about this but my first thought was why didn’t you ask me for tea? I could have sent it in less than 5 minutes as well. The second thought was it’s good you’re considering stepping out and would hopefully walk a few more steps and come see me. 🤷♀️”
After this comment appeared on my post, I realised something that only semantics can appreciate. Before The Irani Cafe moved next door to me, I was located between them and The Flour Works. Now, TIC has come between me and TFW! Both of them are next to each other! And I have to physically cross TIC to visit TFW both on my way to and back.
Please click on the panorama image for a larger resolution.
The extreme left is The Flour Works, in the middle is The Irani Cafe and at the right is our home with the watchman at the drive way.
Knowing my neighbourhood as I do, I can’t visit one without the other coming to know of my visit to the other.
Interesting times ahead!