Regular lad handling the front tables over for the trade & hello together. ‘Twas decided few moments before that he would be called Siva today. Let him see how... Not a beat missed, Money, he answers. Money... Yeah. Right. (Fumbling.) What else?… Some rapid two-step, before he explained his pal over there was Siva, back corner. Tag personally owned was Moni, matter of fact. (Presuming the transliteration.) The full was long, he warned; he’d had trouble with it before. But, OK, lay it on then, dude. Manikandan. (Check.) If he said so. Not any kinda put-on or anything now, but man here was gonna get a little tale from just up the street here. Listen in. Well, there were four women eating at the Mustafa outdoor tables against the wall of the store back a bit just now. As he knew, a narrow aisle there, tables either side, busy, busy; lunchtimes especially. He knew. Cheap, simple, good fare. In fact the group in question now were employees, sky blue Musta gear. Every indication all, whole & entire gotten by Mani straight. Foursome were of an age, size, colour. Chief among perhaps kinda pretty, without proper survey just then. On the aisle, facing. Each of the gals had their lunch spread before them, the greaseproof papers, all x 4 it may have been. Chief chief actor: raised right hand. For anyone who knew these old cultures that fetched far, far back beyond the plumbed bathroom, the right was a certainty. On display. Now, same moment, or one directly after, same hand appeared again, anew, this time with a clutch of noodles between thumb, fore & middle fingers...Where was it to go, then? Ah? Herself, young lady, was full. Where?… Passing stride unbroken, the recipient, one of the other three who could squeeze, would remain unknown. Not really anything for the Man listening patiently. So? Yeah? The expression told. The only further here the polite question, indicating he had heard it all through. Indian? Yellah! That it was beautiful man agreed in a perfunctory way. Sure. Nice boy, father of one from Trichi. (That was long too in its fullness: Tiruchirappalli.) You gotta like how at Mubin the Hindu & Mussies chimed, superpower in the offing.
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