Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

Alfi said in a disgusted voice after hearing the explanation. “You’re very welcome,” Pinto replied friendly. The atmosphere is real silence, and it becomes more awkward. Megumi then comes with a bowl of soup and a glass of Bajigur (one of Indonesian traditional beverage, google it) on a tray. “Have a meal, honey!” Megumi said warmly. “Food! Food! Food!” Alfi said in excitement sitting cross-legged and having his soup with gusto. Megumi smiles seeing Alfi having her dish with such gusto. Just imagine a generous woman feeds a hobo who hasn’t had anything for a month.

"The Cherian breakfast here is pretty good. Sam said you should have things that are more easy to digest—it's good for your stomach." Indya placed a bowl of oat porridge in front of Blake. She herself yawned as she sat across from him, dressed simply in pajamas, her hair a messy tangle. Without makeup, she looked more natural, more like everyday life—and even cuter. It wasn't the first time Blake had seen Indya like this, but he felt that, in this moment, they were closer than ever. "Where do you want to go?" asked Indya, propping her chin on her hand.

With the date officially etched into her calendar, a restless, electric anticipation begins to thrum through Mia's veins, intensifying with every passing minute. Mia isn't about to keep all that high-octane excitement to herself. She decides that now it's the perfect moment to pull Ellie and Lisa into the whirlwind. Tonight, she could finally return the favor, reciprocating the countless invitations they had extended to her over the past few months. The Indian restaurant is tucked between a bubble tea shop and a bookstore, marked only by a string of marigold-orange lights above the door. The smell hits first—warm bread, toasted spice, something with cardamom underneath everything that makes

We walk to the Buddha Restaurant, where Daler Kuzyaev and Katrin Cajthamlova had the meal where he sent back the fish and fell ill shortly afterwards. The Buddha Restaurant is a Chinese restaurant with blinds made from bamboo and bonsai trees that are fake. The place is empty, and two waiters hover near the kitchen door. Chinese. Neat in their white shirts and black trousers. From where I am standing, I can see right into the kitchen, where pots and pans are hanging from an overhead contraption. A more senior man, dressed in white, is preparing food. A knife stutters in his hand. The waiters speak menu English, and they keep directing us to a table; finally, they understand when I ask to see

The little monk replied, “He’s in the meditation room chanting scriptures.” Charlie nodded. The group sat down in the room where the vegetarian food was served. Outside, there was a courtyard, and the windows and doors were all open. The breeze was quite cool. After such a long walk, even those with small appetites were feeling hungry. After the vegetarian meal was served, the little monk withdrew. The meal wasn’t exquisite, but the vegetables looked fresh. Marlene picked up her chopsticks to eat, but Charlie called out, “Don’t rush to eat.”

Still, Momo was aware that Master Jeevika was within that hall, and strode in first, before turning to pull Claire along. As they went further inside, Momo asked outright, "Is anyone here?" Seeing only emptiness, Claire sighed. "Why would anyone be here? It looks obviously empty from first glance." Pausing, she then hissed nervously, "Actually, I thought it's pretty run down in here. Why don't we just go?" Even before Momo could say a word, someone spoke calmly behind them, "Amitabha. What brings you here?" Claire jumped in surprise, and turned to see a middle-aged monk who was on the younger side.

him pointing towards monument road behind me, he immediately hold my hand and took me towards monument I was scared at first however later felt safe with him as he was an Indian Cop, I took him to the place where that lady threaten me but now nothing was there accept few civilian, after spending half hour in searching those goons we both got out while vivan offered me a lift on his bike, I was hesitant at first but later accepted it “I’ll drop you to your hotel!” he said “No drop me to nearest restaurant, I am little hungry” I said in almost worn out voice “You missed your lunch?” he questioned me “Yes, because of that moron lady!” I replied plainly “Okay lets have it together then, even I

Unlike the clear water and white rice at the foot of the big Buddha statue, here we have a dish of sliced red meat and I swear that’s a bottle of Jim Beam. Well, the Catholics have their bread and wine. A tassel dangling from the prayer beads passes between the old monk’s fingers, his whispering ceases and his eyes flick open, fixed on mine. He smiles, as if we’re both in on some private joke. Norbu speaks up from behind me. “Rinpoche, this is Detective Landry, the private eye you requested.” Jigme Rinpoche nods. In my peripheral vision I detect Norbu bowing and retreating from the room. The senior monk coils the string of beads around his wrist and extends his hand. I offer mine to shake, b

Panchi kept on telling me all new thing that she learnt and did in her school in meantime I started filling a plate for her and myself with all mouthwatering aromatic Indian cosine breakfast, upma, poha, idli sambar, dal wada and many more… I am always delighted to eat at Kabir house because every single thing about his mansion are somewhere rooted with India, Kabir Dewan is American Indian who established and grew his business in USA and soon capture entire world information Technology market, however no matter how American he is I always get some ecstatic Indian vibes from him which make me feel homely, just the way I used to feel when I used to stay with my father. I kept my entire attent

Christian answered, and Mishka scowled at him. “Peeking into other’s phones is bad manners.” She said, a small smile playing on her lips, and Christian rolled his eyes. “Shut up, let’s go inside. I know you are hungry.” He said, holding her soft hand, and entered inside. They selected a table near the window, and the server with a smiling face placed the menu card in front of them. Mishka looked at the menu card with a pout, and her eyes moved to Christian. “What will you eat? They serve only Indian food.” She asked, and Christian was about to answer when the server appeared to take their order.