Nostalgia

Today, I spent the day with my mother’s childhood friends, Nalini, Geetha, and Sunita. We went to the Bangalore Central (the one in 9^th block, not the one with a grocery store and a club at the top) to eat at a Rajasthani restaurant.

The restaurant, Raajadhani – http://www.rajdhani.co.in/ – was amazing. A man came around with a gold pitcher to wash our hands, and he was closely followed by a stream of men with jugs of delicious Rajasthani food. Three different types of rotis, bowls of dahi vada, handfuls of pakoras and samosas and other snacks, piles of various vegetables, and scoops of kichidi, pulauv, and curd-rice later, I was incredibly full. It was definitely one of the best meals I’ve eaten this summer.

And that’s saying something.

(Browsing through the rest of the mall was also fun, but the price tags gave me mini-heart-attacks. Why can’t there be an H&M here?)

I liked walking around the mall and eating tons of food; I loved seeing my mom with her friends. Joking around, gossiping about random girls, waxing eloquently about the good ol’ days, and bursting into fits of giggles, my mother and her friends reminded me of the fun I have with my friends. It was as if my mother was twenty years younger, simply hanging out with her college-buddies.

All I can say is my mother can never tell me to keep it down, or to stop gossiping about random people, when I’m with my friends, because she is ten times worse.

-July 2nd