“Bby, tengok your left!” I instructed excitedly.
Azri looked up from his work phone and turned to his left.
“CB sia you! WHY???”
I laughed hysterically.
Not long after, I nudged him to follow my gaze.
Again, his immediate strong response made me roar with laughter.
Sitting in the car for long rides has became a little more unenjoyable these days. Apart from the usual pity for the beggars and #firstworldproblem backaches, my mind kept on flashing sorrowful images that I didn’t want to think about. I needed to distract myself. So…
I’ve been pointing out people who pick their nose to Azri! It was not hard to locate them at all. Every fifteen minutes or so, if you set your mind on finding the gems (no pun intended!), you’d see one in a car or walking on the streets or in the restaurant by the road! I’ve always been disgusted by individuals’ habit of picking nose in public, so these people, especially the ones who dug deep, grossed me out. But they served as satisfying diversion ‘cause it brought me joy to see Azri all repulsed! (Side note: he enjoys sickening me by frequently picking his nose before me.)
But of course, their unhygienic existence was not sufficient to block out the resounding absence.
And honestly, being away from family and close friends at the moment isn’t ideal.
We are making conscious effort to get back to the time when daily contentment was a norm.
“Bby, you want to eat nasi campur Bengali style for lunch?” I asked Azri on his off day, knowing that eating something different would excite us. He agreed and soon enough, we found ourselves in a uniquely decorated restaurant, Saptapadi.
Clockwise: My photo didn’t do justice to the thali so here’s a photo from their menu, crispy beguni and ice lemon tea, and the restaurant’s interior which pays tribute to the 1961 film, Saptapadi
We spent some time choosing what to eat. With the helpful explanation from the soft-spoken waiter (who had to repeat everything twice because Azri somehow couldn’t hear properly; Tak tau nak kesiankan sape lebih), we picked beguni (fried eggplant), karai kima mangsho (mutton dish) and the Special Non-Veg Thali (platter). We were pleasantly surprised by how good the dishes taste, and we would probably come back again for more 🙂
Later that night, Azri decided that we should splurge on “Dunkirk”. We purchased ourselves the most expensive tickets in the cinema, 500 rupees each (approximately S$10.60), and bought an ice cream, two cappuccino, two large Coke and a super large caramel popcorn for a total of 810 rupees (about S$17.20). PBG, I know.
Look at my PBG face and Azri’s pleased face as we curled up on our seat
The seat we got was awesome! It was very much alike to Golden Village’s Gold Class recline seats. One difference was instead of two single seats, it was a couple seat, which actually made it all better 😀 And the yummy food was served to us at our seat, so it was similar to the Gold Class treatment but way cheaper. It was worth every rupee spent to watch the absolutely intense war movie…
The Friday felt somewhat normal but it wasn’t really. That said, it was still an improvement from what happened on Azri’s previous off day when we were not okay with everything.
I recently came across Haruki Murukami’s quote, “Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.” I suppose this is something everyone who just lost a loved one needs to remember, including myself.