Late evening around 8 or so, in Rangashankara (aka RS) one of the worshiping places for art and theatre fans and also for people who are real foodies (include me).... My mouth was watering and tongue was literally ticking out when I saw those vadapav and hot tea served on my table. RS will always be an icing on the cake to me coz, whenever I drop in here, I get treat to my eyes as well as my tongue.
The irresistible vadapav and the fragrance of the tea made me float in a different world ignoring rest of the people around me. Bite, Bite, Bite I finished it!! Now I was back in my senses again. It was a casual nonsense talk with my friend and I was forcefully concentrating on him between Vadapav and hot tea. There were actually 3 and a half people in my table that is: - My friend, Me (Partially), 2nd Vadapav and a cup of hot tea( considered as living people in my imaginative eyes).
After the delicious treat, the nonsense talks continuous… Arguments, Arguments and I win obviously!! Coz I am the only one arguing amongst me and my friend. In between my non-stop argument, I hear a sweet voice beside me. This says “My mom never allows me to eat Pasta”. That’s all I heard. God! Such a sugary sweet voice it was!!
There comes Poorvi and puts up a sincere complaint on her mom. The environment suddenly changed, I felt as if I was a Lawyer on behalf of Poorvi and I could see my friend taking Judges Seat and Poorvi as my client and her mom as an accused to the case. The case of Pasta begins.
Case of Pasta :-
Background (Loud Voice):-Session number 3 and half, case between Poorvi and her Mom.
The Honourable judge takes his seat. I start the case.
Me:- My lord, I appear from my client’s side that is Poorvi and the case is regarding the Pasta.
Judge: - Can you elaborate this?
Me:- Certainly your honour. My client will now talk about her complaint. Ok. Miss. Poorvi is heard now on.
The hall is silent. Me, my friend and Poorvi’s mom we all are silent. Only Poorvi speaks.
Poorvi: My only question to you is… why doesn’t my mom allow me to eat Pasta? I love Pasta and I can have Pasta as my meal three times a day. See… I am so plump and healthy. Still my mom does not allow me to eat pasta. I really don’t understand what’s wrong with her. Without Pasta my life has become so boring. You tell my mom to let me eat pasta know… please, please, tell her know….
Those PLEASE, PLEASE bought me back to my control and I came back from all those filmy sets in the background.
I could not stop hugging Poorvi for her innocence. I saw her mom struggling to pull her back not to disturb us. But, Poorvi never stopped. She invited me to her home to eat Pasta. She also told that “Oh! So you are coming to my home tomorrow right? My god! I have so much work. I have to go shop for Pasta, I have to cook and we all have to eat.” Fine then, See you tomorrow. Please, come home ok”.
It’s now time to know about Poorvi. Poorvi was just 3 years old and this little girl was ready to prepare Pasta for a total stranger.
Somewhere I still have a sense of guilt for not going to her place and for the breach I did.
Innocence is a god gift; we get to enjoy this in all stages of our life.
Stay Happy, Stay innocent!!
PS: - This post is dedicated to all innocent people out there including Poorvi. And a special thanks to Abhishek (My friend, whom I referred above) for taking me to RS without which I would have missed this cute little incident.
Introducing Poorvi. A talking doll.