Like a short movie it unfolded in front of my eyes as I read. Such powerful images. Cutlery can be daunting - I remember my mother telling me how she first learnt to eat with spoon and fork when her immediate older sister got married and he took all the sisters-in law to Airlines Hotel in Bangalore for Masala Dosa. That she narrated this not once but many times nearly 3 decades after the incident meant that it was quite a moment for her. Can you please write a story where your Bhagya takes a newly inducted colleague to Udipi Grand to eat Goli Bajji with her fingers?
Thank you, Binu. This is a fictionalized account of what i witnessed at the restaurant. I first saw her struggling with the fork before I noticed her shoes and realised she was a cop. (Her jacket was zipped up covering her uniform shirt)
This is a fictionalized account of what i witnessed at the restaurant. The way a policewoman lost her power to a piece of cutlery. So much happened in those few minutes.
In the early years, in fancy restaurants, I would catch my husband looking around to see if anyone is watching his wife's code of ethics with cutlery. Now he doesn't care🤣🤣
Delightful!! And brought back memories to me about Fergusson College canteen where I was a regular. With our vada sambhar we got two spoons. We held the vada steady with the left spoon and dived in with the right spoon. Quick, neat, efficient. Till today this is how I eat when not with my fingers. Only, I keep a fork in my left hand. And with the spoon always in my right hand, I can make quick work of anything that's put in front of me. I think Bhagya did superbly well and hope she enjoyed many more Morning Golis!!
EPIC. Karthik please teach me how to do this. I am so moved. I was going to say this is like a short film. But you know what? This is better! How else would we have the twist at the end? The one that leaves so much to sit with.
Loved this sweet little slice of life. Reminded me of my parents at the 'South Indian' restaurants. My dad was in the Air Force and my parents had to attend several formal dining events. Over time they learnt to have dosas with fork and knife. Every time we'd go to a South India restaurant, they would wield the cutlery. And I would always look at them with disgust!
Loved the coffee bit 😉 oh and btw, I loveeee to eat with hands surrounded by 'gentry' folks using cutlery 😆 I mean, I'm sorry, you give a Bihari chawal/biryani and expect her to use fork?! Come on!
Yaaar I had completely miss d reading this and what a loss this would have been. Thank the Qayanat for OS compilations....so lovely Karthik!
Thank you Roshni. Glad you liked :)
Such a delightful story, Karthik 🌼
Thanks so much, S :)
Like a short movie it unfolded in front of my eyes as I read. Such powerful images. Cutlery can be daunting - I remember my mother telling me how she first learnt to eat with spoon and fork when her immediate older sister got married and he took all the sisters-in law to Airlines Hotel in Bangalore for Masala Dosa. That she narrated this not once but many times nearly 3 decades after the incident meant that it was quite a moment for her. Can you please write a story where your Bhagya takes a newly inducted colleague to Udipi Grand to eat Goli Bajji with her fingers?
Loved the ending! How even the ones we perceive as powerful have the same fears, doubts and worries!
Thank you, Binu. This is a fictionalized account of what i witnessed at the restaurant. I first saw her struggling with the fork before I noticed her shoes and realised she was a cop. (Her jacket was zipped up covering her uniform shirt)
Love this story, Karthik 💜
Thank you! Happy to know :)
So many shades of a police woman. Loved how the story turned
Thanks so much, Manisha! :)
This is a fictionalized account of what i witnessed at the restaurant. The way a policewoman lost her power to a piece of cutlery. So much happened in those few minutes.
It takes deep empathy and perception to notice these dynamics of powerlessness
In the early years, in fancy restaurants, I would catch my husband looking around to see if anyone is watching his wife's code of ethics with cutlery. Now he doesn't care🤣🤣
Delightful!! And brought back memories to me about Fergusson College canteen where I was a regular. With our vada sambhar we got two spoons. We held the vada steady with the left spoon and dived in with the right spoon. Quick, neat, efficient. Till today this is how I eat when not with my fingers. Only, I keep a fork in my left hand. And with the spoon always in my right hand, I can make quick work of anything that's put in front of me. I think Bhagya did superbly well and hope she enjoyed many more Morning Golis!!
EPIC. Karthik please teach me how to do this. I am so moved. I was going to say this is like a short film. But you know what? This is better! How else would we have the twist at the end? The one that leaves so much to sit with.
Thank you so much!!! Inspired by the real people and their storytellers :)
The lines between us and others are drawn early. Great story!
Oh I loved this story!!
Enjoyed this Karthik, particularly the ending. Neatly done!
Thank you, Prakash :)
Loved this sweet little slice of life. Reminded me of my parents at the 'South Indian' restaurants. My dad was in the Air Force and my parents had to attend several formal dining events. Over time they learnt to have dosas with fork and knife. Every time we'd go to a South India restaurant, they would wield the cutlery. And I would always look at them with disgust!
Loved the coffee bit 😉 oh and btw, I loveeee to eat with hands surrounded by 'gentry' folks using cutlery 😆 I mean, I'm sorry, you give a Bihari chawal/biryani and expect her to use fork?! Come on!
Hehe yeah, unless it's sticky like gulab jamun, eating with hand is most comfortable for me too :)
Lovely story!
Thankooo Savvy!
This was so beautiful, Karthik.
Thanks so much, Rita! :)