Left-overs

My major claim to fame in Muscat is my "out of the world' and in most places "innovative" cooking (pardon my modesty). Be it any day-to-day normal meal, or a planned menu for a grand feast, I had come out of the test with flying colours on almost all occasions.
I knew how to cook before I came to Muscat, as cooking to me is more than a compulsion, it is rather an art, where I can let my imaginations run wild, and allow my creativity to indulge itself in to an aspiration to invent the ultimate delicacy. But during my stay in Muscat, cooking had been my favourite time pass in the lonely evenings in the very famous (or rather infamous) Neelkuthi near Zakher Mall, the flat where I put myself up.

The evenings started right at the moment I left office after a tiring (?) day with the planning of the dinner menu. Sometimes very simple (too simple on most occasions), but sometimes it was way over the top for somebody staying alone and on many dining occasions, eating alone as well. After the thought process was over about the 'What and How' of the menu, a visit to the near by Khimji mart became a necessity on most occasions. And as the process of cooking and eating was over I found myself on having killed another solitary evening without the slightest pang of loneliness. Coking actually had been my best friend on lonely evenings.

Lunch was on a regular basis a left over from whatever I had, or rather did not have the dinner on the night before. And the 45 minutes of extended lunch time was a time I really look forward to every day. We chat, we share, we laugh out loud, this is the time of the day I have my daily stress busting exercise. It is really strange that what we can create of left overs. And sometimes, the left overs create more craze and cravings thane the main course itself.. As every night, when I am cooking, I think more about the way it would look in the Lunch table more than it will taste in the dinner time!

We have the special corner in the office, one small cubicle, where we all cramp in together for Lunch. And sometimes we have a terrible steric problem of getting all to share the space, but never to share our food and our thoughts! And though the food gets over with in 10 minutes, we continue with our discussions, mostly harmless banter, and sometimes what we discuss is pretty grave. And the left overs on the lunch table continue till we are ready to wait for tomorrow.

Left overs are left back for another day