The Wise Owl Literary Awards- of Food and more Food - Part 3
Let me come to the food now.
Food is a great icebreaker. It is eloquent. It helps in striking long-lasting friendships and offers a million opportunities for building a treasure trove of memories.
Food is important - both for the palate and for the mind! We had no dearth of either, in the snug environs of Foothills Club, Chandigarh!
Thanks to the charming couple Dr. Rachna Singh and Dr Harmeet Singh. Three Cheers to them!
Delectable books, delectable banter, delectable bonhomie! Delectable food!
Hush, what was that? Just a voice booming from under the palimpsest of time - Robert Browning :
"So, munch on, crunch on,
take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!”
One of us remarked that we would be evicted from the restaurant of the clubhouse, as we seemed to have become permanent fixtures there! Perched there even when not eating!
From breakfast to lunch, from lunch to dinner, we were lodged there, with only some gap between the meals - laughing, talking, eating - then laughing some more!
After dinner, at times, we thought, we could hear and feel subtle hints being dropped by the restaurant staff - clattering of cutlery, loud whispering - dropping things, but we merrily ignored the hints, moving only when the lights were furtively switched off!
“It is only in the mind, Baby," someone tried to perk our plummeting spirits, and we smiled all around - only to see the restaurant staff smile back at us!
“I hope we are not troubling you!" One of us remarked.
“Not at all," chirped the youngest of the lot, Ayush, who told us that he was studying for his graduation.
The restaurant staff was hospitality personified, agility in their stride and smiles on their faces!
Lovely folks all!
Lovely folks all!
In one of the pictures, Rachna’s hand is on my arm! It is a consolatory gesture because everyone seemed to be having a gala time pulling my leg! The compassionate Dr Rachna Singh thought it was her responsibility to keep everyone in good spirits! So, the kind lady’s hand tried to give me the healing touch! Ah, how soothing it was! I was healed - and how!
By the way, I know at least two jolly good fellows who were pretty ‘spirited ‘!
It was quite surreal when a geriatric Monk [Old Monk] surreptitiously crept into the hall - all bottled up, shining, and up to the mark. It was indeed a charming sight when he slowly unbottled his liquid jollity!
[Methinks, Personification, as a literary device can be pretty enchanting at times, what say? ].
[Methinks, Personification, as a literary device can be pretty enchanting at times, what say? ].
What followed was pirouetting, prancing, and playing the fool.
And my stand was vindicated that-
And my stand was vindicated that-
There is simply no dearth
When Monks are in mirth!
The Concluding part to follow tomorrow :
And the hand continues to soothe. And heal.
The Jury for the awards
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