Today at the theka…

dhobi and i were out on another one of our purposeless, directionless evening strolls. i’d had the laziest weekend, u know the kinds in which ure so lazy to move you take one big meal at 12 noon to escape the miserable hunger cycle for the day? those kinds. anyways. so we were like, walking. and as always, dhobi was testing my patience. with his unholy comments. dog.

so towards the end of the walk, we decide to down a beer. so we go to the theka. and we’re downing beer. our cook calls and says hell be home in ten minutes. cook’s name is tapan by the way. i think its a pretty cool name.

next thing we see, tapan’s at the theka with his homies, getting his drinks on. he saw us, and tried to move away unnoticed, embarrassed as the chap was to pick booze in front of his employers. but then he mustve thought frig it. so he comes walking to us with his homies, and we talk, and he goes in to get some real hard liquor. im talking rum+b52+snacks for under 50 a head. cheap, hard liquor.

guy turns up and hour late to cook, makes crappy daal and worse sabji, and leaves. but we learnt the power of the theka as a melting pot. cheers to tat.