A Silent Journey to Alcha

Featuring me and my Husband..Love you Darrling even though you can be really weird at times :)

I am always excited about going to Alcha. It is a cafe in Santiniketan where one can sit and relax over a cup of coffee and a good book from its own mini library. Or one can also catch up with a bunch of friends and chat while ordering from a wide variety of snacks. Today we decided to be there in the evening. As I was getting ready to go, my mood suddenly became sour because I would not fit in my jeans however hard I tried. I am constantly gaining weight for a long time now and believe me it is so depressing. And more so, if you are in to exercise but still you find that it is not working. Something is not working out right. Or maybe my workout is not right !!! Whatever it is, I instantly went into depression. Mainak tried to console me for sometime but unfortunately he couldn’t help much. With such a sour mood, I alongwith him, set off for Alcha, hoping that the ambience, the food and my love for that place would gradually overcome my depression. We reached, got ourselves seated at one of the tables and placed our respective orders. When the food was delivered to us, I found that I had ordered more than what I should have, considering my weight issue. I secretly laughed at my silly behaviour early in the evening and thought “To hell with my weight” before gobbling up the food. Within minutes the plates were empty and I again ordered for a plate of deep-fried sabudana vada. So far so good. But after that, all the time that we were there till we paid the bills, I found Mainak hardly interacting with me. He has this habit of becoming conscious in a crowd and I knew this. But it should have been something more than just that to have kept himself aloof else why should he shy away from speaking to me also ? Well, could be anything. You can never really guess the behaviour of a guy !! So I sat there staring at the walls, the lamps, the color of the curtains , also at the guests seated at the other tables. I stopped glaring at people and continued watching the white walls, may be hoping that they would turn whiter or so !! I thought we were worst than strangers. Atleast a stranger would have been more interested in me than he was. Finally when I reached home , I realized that I had returned with the same bad mood with which I had set off earlier in the evening. I have rarely experienced a silent journey to Alcha, but this is certainly going to be one of them. Alas !! No more good food at home to cheer me up !!