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‘What are all those packets you have brought
home?’
Asked my husband seeing me returning home
stacked with parcels. ‘How was the cultural programme in the
Park?’ he asked even before I could answer.
‘What cultural programme are you talking
about?’ I inquired.
‘I thought you wanted to see the ongoing
event at the Park?’ He said.
‘Well, yes, but I found people going into a
frenzy about something else.
In fact I had to wade through those milling
crowds to have a glimpse of what their object of attraction
was’, I replied.
“Was it a movie star?” my husband sounded
curious.
‘No, I don’t think even the reigning actors
would attract such large crowds, especially from the higher
echelons of society as those that have clustered at this place’,
I said.
‘Thank God, I had better sense and decided to
stay at home and complete reading my book’, he chuckled (he was
averse to crowds).
‘By the way, from which restaurant have you
bought food’, he asked seeing me unwrap the parcels and lay them
on the table. Probably the tantalizing aroma of Biryani and the
sight of crisp pakodas was too much for him to resist because he
suggested we have a go at the food right away.
‘Aye, its delicious, still you haven’t told
me from where you have picked up the food’, he said relishing
every spoonful. ‘We should frequent this Restaurant in future’,
he added.
‘We can’t do that because it’s not a
restaurant and if you wish we can go tomorrow to the Park ,as it
is the concluding day of the festival and eat the stuff piping
hot’, I tempted.
‘Did you find what the menu is for tomorrow?’
He asked eagerly.
Festive ‘Fervour ’indeed, I thought with a
sense of guilt.
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