April Twelving is a forgetful prat, and today was no different.
Thanks to her mother's call when she was nearing home, she realized that she forgot the apartment key inside the apartment.April's parents who had the other key were scheduled to arrive home much later from their workplace, and they'd suggested her to spend an hour or so till their arrival at a trusted neighbor's place. Though April did deliberate that, she chose against it as she wanted to be at peace for a while, and not go through the hustle and bustle of the neighbor's household what with their kids around.
April had always been fascinated and intrigued by the idea of actually writing, composing beautiful fiction at a cafe just like many authors and writers are deemed to do. Being a self-made author, it was one thing that she had always longed to do. To sit at a cafe for a good deal of time, to sip one cup of coffee and type away as if that one order would suffice for the whole of her stay, while writing good stuff along the way, of course.
Today, she wanted to try it out and ultimately achieved one of her little dreams. She alighted at the
Up Cycle Cafe near home--it was the one cafe that she'd been to before and liked, and the plus charm was the cafe is about 15 minutes away from her apartment.
April had been meaning to sit at the swing (which is a substitute for a chair) for a while now, and settled for the same. She started out with her laptop right away after putting away her things. Once the computer got to life, she actively started hacking at the keyboard to type out whatever flowed into her head for her upcoming chapter for
Dreams in Letters. Sure she took care to form the story properly!
April was hungry and desperate for food when she initially chose to visit the cafe and not go to the neighbor's place. Meaning she was quite puzzled and annoyed when the waiter didn't approach her with the menu after fifteen minutes. Food over pride or whatever, she marched over to the counter and flashed a bright grin at the waiter who smiled sheepishly realizing that she had not been handed the menu yet. April quickly chose what could be the most filling dish on the menu, The Fresh Basil Pasta in Tomato Sauce - Penne / Spaghetti as seemed to the first thing she saw on the 'will-fill-my-tummy-for-good' section, and also because it was one of out the others in the Pasta section where she could understand what was printed. The 'French Food' lingo and April together, nuh-uh.
The waited was specifically told to bring the pasta first and THEN the "Filter Coffee (South Indian Filter Coffee)" as the menu said, later when April would tell him to. But nope, he just had to bring it in the middle of the pasta and somehow kill the mood >.<
The pasta was great and didn't make her teeth scream (well, pain,..) in pain (she had two teeth filled yesterday). April was too hungry to care about the hotness of the dish and the pain the hotness would bring to her teeth and simply dug into the tomato sauce with her over-sized spoon. That was blissful, April was reminded of the sort of tomato 'gojju' her mother makes at home. A little while later, after blowing each Penne (yes, April got the Penne and not the Spaghetti even without being asked -.-), she gobbled each little-long lump of happiness (IT IS FOOD. AND FOOD IS HAPPINESS.). The Penne was not boiled well at the corners for the most part though...
But the overall review of the pasta would be gut. Here's a picture, though April was too hungry to take a good picture:
Yikes, apologies! This is a rather blurry picture that portrays the beautiful pasta as something grotesque, that simply is heaped on the plate >.<
The coffee, of course was sipped during the latter part of the pasta and also after. Just like what the menu said, the coffee what April's mother whips up ("South Indian Filter Coffee," remember?) would taste the same as what she had. 30INR is a real rip-off for that. The pasta on the other hand might be worth for the 150INR spent on it. Then again, the last few mouthfuls of the Penne went ignored as they left an ugly, distasteful trail...is that usually the case with pasta? Does one have that tinge at the near end when they're stuffed with so much pasta already? Anyhoo, moving on.
Here's the coffee, too:
There! Now that's a much better, acceptable picture, yeah?
It was about 19:15 when her mother called, and she had to leave the cafe after paying up at the front register voluntarily. Nah, no 'I'm ready for the check, please' happened. She got a bus, walked over home, stopped by to pick up some
'prasadam' for her mother and was home by 19:35.
April simply HAD to write this down as an entry. In between all this, there were six new paragraphs typed out for her upcoming chapter, with editing everything else. Not bad eh, not bad at all. :D
