Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

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.

The young monk ran very quickly, shouting as he said, “Master, we have guests. Come out quickly.” The temple did not belong to the resort so Daniel did not know much about this place. The abbot of the temple heard the little monk’s shouts and came out of the meditation room. “This is a quiet place of Buddhism. How many times have I told you not to make so much noise? Why can’t you change this habit?” The little monk pouted and pointed behind him. The abbot glanced behind him and noticed the unconscious Arabella. He did not ask who they were and immediately led them to the guest room. “Dear guests, this way please.”

Maybe it’s time I change the settings on the desktop. “What do you want?” “Whatever happened to people saying hello first! I miss those times.” I groaned. “Damon, I am working.” “No, you are not! It’s lunch time. Come on.” He waved around the take out in his hand, which I eyed with acute interest. “What is that?” “Fried momos. They are the best thing to happen to momos.” “Sure!” “Do you have extra glasses? I got us this amazing lassi drink from the nearby Indian restaurant.”

“Thanks.” He just nodded and we headed into the restaurant. Luckily, there was a booth available and we slipped in. We would still need to order at the counter but at least we had a seat. “What do you want?” Humming, I wrinkled my nose. “An order of the Dahi Puri, Tikka Masala with Lamb, Butter Chicken, a side of rice, and like eight orders of their Garlic and Basil Naan.” He chuckled. “Goddess, I didn’t realize I would need to take out a loan. Anything else, princess?”

I grinned, “It's the least I can do since you're helping me find shoes to match my dress.” Brynn excitedly scrambled from behind the counter, following me out the shop. The streets weren't bustling as much. Only a few wandered about, the rest probably returned home or grabbed lunch in a random pub. “Just down the road.” I pointed, “It’s the one called Humblers Tavern.” “I don’t think I ever ate there.” “It's not much appearance wise, but their food is amazing.” “They could do with a makeover.” Brynn agreed, “Maybe some paint could do. Or-”

When they turned around, they looked like kind Buddhist disciples, but they became hideous demons when they turned around again. At that moment, the two fake monks showed their true faces and engaged in a discussion. “Strange. I clearly felt an abnormal movement here just now. Why did I find nothing?” “Hmph, you urchin. You must've become blind from all that drinking.” “Perhaps I really am.” “This is Dairaionji Temple. Who else can enter? It’s very safe! Go, go... go take a leak! We’ll continue drinking later!” Alex’s expression stiffened. ‘D*mn! Are they going to piss on our heads?!’