Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

he answers the question that I had been thinking in my mind. I smile and lock my hands in his hands. The fair is an amalgamation of colors, sounds of children playing, dishes cooking, elders chatting, and birds in the trees behind us. The fragrance of multiple dishes wafts to our noses and my stomach reminds me that I am hungry. I am at a loss for what to eat. Everything looks so good. Mr. Barlow leads me to what looks like an Indian street food store. “One lamb samosa” Mr. Barlow places the order and we are handed a hot conical-shaped dish.

He deserves more. Mishty ran and entered the nearby restaurant which was fully set up traditionally. Mishty gets happy to see the setting of the restaurant. There were all the traditional dishes of all parts of India. "Let's have something here," Mishty spoke when Sid came behind her. "But it looks like a small restaurant. I have my credit card only. I don't think they accept cards here" Sid voiced out seeing the poster there which mentioned that they won't accept cards. "It's my treat" Mishty exclaimed and ordered all her favourite dishes. Sid never knew that those dishes ever existed. He has always been fond of Chinese and other country food and he regretted the moment when he tasted India

We all crowd into the kitchen, tossing around ideas about what to cook even though I am feeling very lazy , when Gabe makes an amazing suggestion. “ Boss, There’s a nice Indian restaurant inside the estate. They have the best naan bread I’ve ever tasted. Can I go ahead and order?” Brandon cuts in “ It will be faster if we go pick it up. You can show me the convenience store from there so we can buy a few supplies.” “That's an Excellent idea , sir.” Gabe grinned. “We’ll be back soon.” As soon as they leave, Desmond, Shawn, Amanda, and I settle in at the dining table with mugs of tea, while Noah had a cup of warm milk.

fter an hour of walk, Asha, who was still wearing a Panjabi, found her way to Mukti's restaurant. What she saw stopped her from moving. It was closed, stone marks on the walls, windows smashed to pieces, and dripping paint writing on the wall saying, “Poisonous food, stay away.” Asha’s temple throbbed with rage and planned to wash out the words, but patrons started coming. She knew these people well. That meant it was almost lunchtime. She crossed the street in a hurry and hid behind a tree with her head down.

She crossed narrow alleys and passed the troops of devotees chanting Bam Bam Bhole (Hails Shiva), who were walking towards Sri Vishwanath Temple to worship Lord Shiva. She quickly reached the Ayyar’s Cafe and the baba (the caretaker), who looked after the cafe, gulped in nervousness. Mishka noticed his stiffened features and his action to stop her from entering inside, but her stern look was enough for the caretaker to let her go.

Now I could only hope that whatever David was about to tell me would be worth wasting that time… The restaurant was called Himitsu, meaning Secret in Japanese. The name was quite adequate since the entrance looked like the porch of a neglected house with no signs mentioning the restaurant outside. As soon as I passed the threshold, a smiling concierge led me to long, round stairs going down. Yep, it turned out the restaurant was in the deep basement... I cursed under my breath as I descended the carved iron steps, once again hoping David's news would be worth it.

I said pointing to the mc Dowland fast food infront of us and she gasped so am guessing she didn't notice it all this while. "Omg I didn't know you had this in India"she squeaked happily clapping her hand like a toddler who was given candy. "Rashmi,Mumbai is more developed so there are good facilities here too"I explained and she nodded. We went inside and took a window seat. "U hmm ma'am,sir your order"A waiter asked us,I looked at Rashmi who's full attention was on the menu. "I'll have French fries with a little of ketchup,a burger no onions,pepsi cola and spicy chicken wings"she said sweetly to the waiter who looked shocked.

All right, I'm going to get ready once more. We go to an Indian restaurant, where he orders a couple beers, and both of us get the sizzler, which comes out on an incredible smoking platter. If we hadn't wanted people to notice us, we shouldn't have had that dish because it was so eye-catching. I've got some jitters about being in public with him right now. Siaka and Kiran are still unaware of him make me nervous, and I'm always running into people. Even though I know it is ridiculous, I cannot shake the fear.

Little Nomi and Monique strolled around. Little Nomi stood at the entrance of Ou Shang's Steak Shop. "Mommy, can I eat this one?" The waiter at the door recognized Monique. She had a deep impression of Monique because she had witnessed the process of her jumping from Cinderella to a phoenix. She clearly saw that she was so ordinary, but she was brought here by Young Master Moore. Today, Monique was still wearing the clothes bought by Henry in the cabinet. It was very simple, with a white T-shirt and a pair of torn jeans, which made her figure look graceful and well-proportioned, she was also wearing a pair of sneakers.

He said answering my thought in my mind. We tried getting closer to the stall and it was the loneliest stall- no customers, the interior design is weak, the cashier is sleepy, the entrance door is dusty and the position of the chairs and tables are awful. Like really awful. I opened the door causing the cashier to get panick and suddenly feeling awake. The sound of the bell in the entrance made them stare at me like 'hey, guess you are lost.' The guy in the cashier smiled at us right away while the other woman just ignore us, resting her head in the table with the support of her arms as pillows. He cleared his throat before speaking. “ Good Day Sir, Ma'am, welcome to Monochromatic! ”.