maKhsuusSunday, March 05, 2006
13th Floor...
Ahan, so we had planned a dinner at Ebony Towers, 13th Floor, yes thats the name of the restrau, 13th Floor. Unlucky for some but not for us. Nothing seemed unlucky during the lucky December of 2004, mashaAllah.
She wore the saree I sent her on Eid. She just loves that saree and the matching set of bangles that I sent with the saree. I had requested the lady at Bees in Green Street, London to make the best set of the bangles. And mashaAllah she did a wonderful job by mixing all the blues, goldens, browns and oranges to match each and every color available in the saree. She just spent 5 minutes in makeup and mashaAllah she was looking out of this world. I was thanking Allah for bringing her in my life. Not because she was beautiful but because she was beautiful and mine forever. InshaAllah.
Couple of my friends were with their wives and three alone, bachelors. It was good to talk about the good old days when seven of us use to live together and all the stories of whole antakshri nights and going to the Taj at 2:00am just to have some icecreams and those mid night buffets at Oberoi. Life was so different at that time and we all were behaving so sober with friends and others behaving so sober with their bhabhis.
The restrau is on 13th floor, hence the name. I had called in from my native place to book a table outside on the terrace. The view was mesmerizing, whole of the Bangalore was lit up with lights of all possible colours. The trail of yellow headlights and red tail lights on the M.G. Road below added a different touch to the background.
The food was delicious we knew the stuff that was good of this place so ordering was very easy. We spent more than three hours having a wonderful time and delicious food and the walk through the memory was wonderful as well. Us friends were most of the time talking about all the incidents and were talking about other friends who were not present at that time. InshaAllah it will be a monthly get together thingee once we move back to Bangalore soon.
After having the dinner, we went to Cafe CoffeeDay for a coffee and cake. We just followed the ritual as we use to do in our hay days. After dinners directly to Cafe CoffeeDay for coffees and pasteries. My all time fav pineapple and chocolate pastry with an extra large mug of Latte. Life changes so much and still nothing changes. Strange.
Saleem Pothiwala ::
10:46 PM ::
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