Flooded with Food
The samosas I had for lunch were delicious. They were quite large and spicy, and the two I had was plenty. Fully satisfied, I pulled out a newspaper and began reading it.
I was inside a park. The green in the middle of the park, as I sat on the bench, was slowly filling up, as lunchtime crowd with meals in their hands, were slowly trickling in. To sit on a bench is a vantage. From there, I could view the revellers of the sunshine and the open space the park offered.
As I looked around, my mind wondered off from the reading. The partially occupied bench I was sitting attracted a female. She sauntered past me towards the other end of the bench and sat down. The high heels she wore attracted my attention. Then, she pulled out a box. When she opened it, I was staring at six huge susis. They looked sumptuous lunch.
Soon, I was noticing what other people were bringing to eat in the park. They came with salads, with curry and rice, with sandwiches, of one type or another, Chinese noodles, baguettes, the plethora of food I noticed boggled my mind. The meal they were enjoying was so synonyms with the cosmopolitan nature of London.
What about my own food then, the lunch I’ve been having? As my mind harked back, I smiled, recalling that my own food was as varied as the ones I’ve noticed here. I started this week with tuna & pepper sandwich. Yesterday, I had Chinese fried rice; today, Indian samosas, and tomorrow, I was planning on jacket potato, filled with tuna and mayo. And maybe on Friday, I’ll have baguettes with sun dried tomatoes. I have other options also. Pub food, burgers, pizzas, choices were in an abundance. If I were living in other part of the world, would I be able to enjoy such varied food? Certainly not where I come from.
I guess that’s the reward you get from living in a large city with people from all around the world. You have disadvantages also. London’s crowded. You queue everywhere. The competition to achieve anything is enormous. More people falter than progress. But the food, it’s one of the positives of the city. Even if you are from Timbuktu or Alaska, I’m pretty sure you’ll get the type food you enjoyed back home.
So, jacket potato tomorrow then. Yum!
The samosas I had for lunch were delicious. They were quite large and spicy, and the two I had was plenty. Fully satisfied, I pulled out a newspaper and began reading it.
I was inside a park. The green in the middle of the park, as I sat on the bench, was slowly filling up, as lunchtime crowd with meals in their hands, were slowly trickling in. To sit on a bench is a vantage. From there, I could view the revellers of the sunshine and the open space the park offered.
As I looked around, my mind wondered off from the reading. The partially occupied bench I was sitting attracted a female. She sauntered past me towards the other end of the bench and sat down. The high heels she wore attracted my attention. Then, she pulled out a box. When she opened it, I was staring at six huge susis. They looked sumptuous lunch.
Soon, I was noticing what other people were bringing to eat in the park. They came with salads, with curry and rice, with sandwiches, of one type or another, Chinese noodles, baguettes, the plethora of food I noticed boggled my mind. The meal they were enjoying was so synonyms with the cosmopolitan nature of London.
What about my own food then, the lunch I’ve been having? As my mind harked back, I smiled, recalling that my own food was as varied as the ones I’ve noticed here. I started this week with tuna & pepper sandwich. Yesterday, I had Chinese fried rice; today, Indian samosas, and tomorrow, I was planning on jacket potato, filled with tuna and mayo. And maybe on Friday, I’ll have baguettes with sun dried tomatoes. I have other options also. Pub food, burgers, pizzas, choices were in an abundance. If I were living in other part of the world, would I be able to enjoy such varied food? Certainly not where I come from.
I guess that’s the reward you get from living in a large city with people from all around the world. You have disadvantages also. London’s crowded. You queue everywhere. The competition to achieve anything is enormous. More people falter than progress. But the food, it’s one of the positives of the city. Even if you are from Timbuktu or Alaska, I’m pretty sure you’ll get the type food you enjoyed back home.
So, jacket potato tomorrow then. Yum!
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