Resemblance

                         E2- Chaos and Peace

This year, due to excessive work and lack of holidays I wasn’t able to go back to my home for holi.

Corporate friends are great for office parties, but that’s where it ends .It’s not like I don’t like them it’s just working constantly for the past three years in a field of marketing where it completely destroyed my passion for writing and doesn’t feel worth it. 

 While I was lost in thought, I noticed the diner growing crowded as lunchtime peaked. A newlywed couple sat nearby; the bride wore bright red churidar bangles on her wrists, and the groom kept side-hugging her. They ordered parathas with tea. The room buzzed with chaos. Bells signaled prepared orders, and servers worked tirelessly, smiles on their faces. Children made constant noise, adults discussed business, news, and gossip, and those alone, like me, soaked in the friendly atmosphere—rare for South Delhi.

After watching numerous orders pass by, I grew impatient waiting for my meal. Just as I was losing patience, I saw a waiter approaching with my order.

He looked almost 25 years old with an army-cut hairstyle and a lean, rectangular build.He had a confident persona.He was a waiter but the charm on his face suggested he had no regrets about his job . When our eyes met I abruptly recalled the face of my childhood caretaker .His name was Mohan .Because of my working parents, my siblings and I spent our time with him . Mohan would make our favourite berry toast and chocolate milk, and we played a restaurant game. 

The waiter served me my meal and said "Here is your order , I hope you like it ." 

It was noon and this was my first meal , my eyes glowed and my mouth watered as I replied "thank you sir !" 

At home, I never skipped breakfast.My mom always ensured my siblings and I ate properly .

As I looked at my plate having omelet and toast I remembered the morning back at home which used to be chaotic but still there was peace which I never found by living alone .I still remember the way my dad would butter the toast for me while my mom used to braid my hair for school. 

I took the first bite . Honestly this was the first time I’d eaten something that tasted like home . 

As I was having my meal I noticed someone...

Dear readers, what do you think the girl would have noticed.