Every day for the past few months I had been eating from my cafeteria, now I wanted a change. I wanted to feel the crisp masala dosa breaking under my fingers, smell the steam rising from freshly cooked rice and be surprised by the ever changing blend of chaat. So I signed out and decided to walk a considerable distance each day to have different food, at least for a few weeks. The first few days I was accompanied by one of my friends. We would go there each day in the sleepy mornings, bustling lunch hours and talk filled nights. It wasn't much different. I liked the food, but each day we would talk about something that happened in the class, our assignments etc... We talked about this because we were studying in the same class with same courses, other than this we were not able to find anything to talk about. However after a few days for some reason I couldn't quite get he went back to the mess and I was left alone. I remember the first morning I went a...
Conversations that never make it to the ears