Monk's Indian Bistro Humble Novels & Stories

Just when Hilda and Nathan sat down, the monk looked at Nathan and said, "Sir, you look familiar." "Maybe we were fated to meet." Nathan said. "Because I've seen you in magazines." The monk added. Nathan was speechless at that. After the tea was brewed, the monk poured everyone some and chatted with them casually. It got dark early in the mountains. After they sat around for a while, the sky outside grew dark and it started to snow lightly. The monk invited them to stay the night at the temple. At night, after having a vegan meal, the sky wasn't completely dark yet. Hilda led the dog outside to play near the temple and Nathan followed her, stomping heavily on Kater's pawprints in the snow.

We wished that he chewed, as we could then, unobtrusively invest our time in our favourite classroom pursuit, small talks. So here was this man, Mr Jagannath Singh, dark-brown complexioned, always wearing a white shirt, and making a timely appearance (sharp at nine in the morning) at our house to gorge on twelve pieces of smoking hot, deep fried puffed breads – luchi – and a bowl of spiced up potato fries – aloo bhaji – with Deuta. He drove a red Maruti 800 that had a framed and freshly garlanded photo of the monkey-god, Hanuman (pronounced Ho-noo-maan) stuck on the dashboard. Except for his name, Nisim, Biswa and I didn’t know anything about him initially. He spoke Assamese and Bangla in a

We were then asked to meet in the hotel’s dining hall for dinner. I was craving some authentic North Indian food, like rajma chawal and roasted papad. I saw Abhimaan occupied in a meeting room with a man in a black suit. He was too engrossed in the conversation as they were heading a secret deal amid nature. When I was occupied in determining what could have happened between them, his eyes met mine. And with the horrified look he was giving me, it looked like he was pissed. But for what? What have I done now?

Ultimately, we had a lot of fun. We went to the ECR Dhaba restaurant. The ambience is very nice. We ordered prawn biriyani and chicken fried rice for the main course and crab lollipop and chilli fish for side-dish. Yum! My amma and athai might scold us for eating non-vegetarian food after coming from the temple. But who cares. We tried their special kulfi for dessert. The food is fabulicious but a little pricey. They too had live park consisting of doves, rabbits and many others. We fed grains for dove and played with rabbit. I thanked Akash anna over the phone for suggesting a wonderful place on this day. We left the restaurant with our stomach and mind feeling happy. I updated my Facebook

She picked up the black gold Amex card which was limitless, lost in thoughts, her mind was foggy She put the card and the note back in the envelope and into her purse, Monique looked at her in confusion “Mon, I feel like having some Tandoor roasted street food,” she looked straight ahead with a stony look in her eyes, she'd rather die than give in to the devil's temptation Monique simply sighed and started the car, heading to one of the street food lanes around Monique dropped her to her house once done with dinner, she brought the parcel sent by Siddharth as she wouldn’t want to upset Shain with no gifts, for that she would pay Siddharth back in due course of time

He felt comfortable enough to talk about his mum with me and not just that, I get to call him Nathan. Hank and Butch waited outside while Nathan and I went inside. Parallel 37 was the biggest restaurant in town. There wasn’t anything particularly special about it except everything. A meal here could cost me my salary for two months and that would be one of the cheapest meals. The building looked like something out of Cinderella’s dream when she got back from the ball.

His dismissive shrug said that it wasn't a matter of any great concern to him how they sat, and he certainly had no trouble whatsoever adopting the traditional almost yoga-type pose she had assumed herself, with her legs and feet covered by her skirt. ‘We serve traditional smoked sule keNihal here,’ the owner informed her, "and the vegetarian food of the Maheshwari of the Marwaris. But if I may, I would recommend our dal baati, which is a house speciality. ‘Yes, please,’ Orla accepted with a smile. She was certainly at ease with traditional Indian attire and food, Arni acknowledged, as he watched Orla eating her meal with obvious enjoyment. The shops were just reopening after the heat of the

“Could you believe we actually went out earlier today?” June and Zinnia exchanged quick, wide-eyed looks. “Where?” they blurted out in unison. Olena smiled faintly. “Brahma & Co restaurant.” Zinnia tilted her head, clearing her throat as if to pull a memory back. “If I remember vividly… Morgan was bragging about that place in the beauty studio. She said Abraham and his co-partners opened it to welcome noblemen, Alphas, influential people from far and near.”

She replies with a smile. "What else choto mami?" Riya asks while ticking Advira who starts giggling. "I have already prepared Pabda macher jhol (catfish curry) and Cholar dal (chickpeas dal)." Mamoni replies before going back to her cooking. "Anu, Mr. Bianchi will eat these dishes, right?" Riya asks. "Of course he will. He loves to eat Indian food, especially bengali homemade dishes." I respond with a smile.

“To show you our apology, we’ll even take you as our friend.” Cody revealed a sincere smile. “You should know that I’m one of the Three Great Monks of India!” “I never go back on my word!” “As long as you show me respect…” “I’ll make sure you’ll be properly compensated.” “You’re a smart man. You should know how to choose, right?” Harvey calmly sized up Cody before revealing a faint smile. “The Three Great Monks?” “Sorry. I’ve never heard of you.” “I only heard of the Three Demon Monks.”