Anyhow.
I decided to give my nerves some rest and my stomach some food before braving the next operation.
The canteen was stationed on the 6th floor.
And almost as proficiently organised as I'd imagined it to be.
[ Just the sort of thing, you'd consider would be a given in these big kind of places, you know. ]
Purnima had her own home-made 'tiffin'.
(Aloo parantha and pickles, if my memory serves me correctly.)
I on the other hand, needed to buy lunch.
Sweet girl that she was, without a whisper of complaint, she agreed to accompany me downstairs.
The point at which we reached however, happened to be 'peak lunch hour'.
[ Whatever that means. ]
As a consequence, there were no untaken chairs.
And we couldn't earn a place to sit.
The whole dining space buzzed with conversation.
You heard a whole bunch of things.
The sound of noise.
The clicking of dishes.
The music of cutlery.
And it strangely seemed to feel like it was the only piece of the day when you got to meet the 'real people'..
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