Over the next few weeks, we became really good friends. Our prof at uni was a funny man, and his antics would set K off, making it impossible for me to stay serious. Soon enough, we would both be giggling. She made my classes so much more enjoyable. From sharing coursework and assignments to dreams and secrets, we have come a long way. It helped that K wasn’t part of my husband’s circle - it made me feel like I had a life of my own. When the course ended, we decided to stay in touch and meet often.
And that’s how we ended up in Bombay Blues last week. K is from France but loves Indian food. We ordered golgappa/pani puri for starters. She was delighted by the tangy taste and the whole way of eating it. Next, we tried garlic naan with Chettinad chicken. Chettinad chicken wasn't on the menu, but the staff generously offered to make it for us. The server waiting on our table was completely in awe of K and conveniently forgot about me - a fellow Indian, after all. But this fellow Indian could definitely tell the difference between the regular tomato-onion base gravy they served versus the spicy curry I expected. Still, K enjoyed the dish, and I couldn’t complain.
During the meal, I made K listen to a French song that was one of my recent favorites - Love Story by Indila. The app played the song with lyrics, and K asked if I could understand them. She knew I had been learning French on Duolingo. Little did I expect her to quiz me on it. With due credit to the app, I managed to translate most of the song, except for a few words and the implied meaning that is apparent only to native speakers. Since it’s Christmas time, our table had crackers for décor. And for the first time in my life, I pulled a cracker. Inside was a golden paper tiara, a lame joke, and a fun fact. Finally, we moved on to dessert. By then, I felt like a pro at explaining Indian dishes to foreigners. With my guidance, K ordered fried doughnuts in sweet syrup - gulab jamun!
This dinner was special because, for the first time in two years, I felt independent and free. I chose K as my friend. I didn’t have to overthink my words or tone down my humour. I could open up to her without worrying about any repercussions. It felt so refreshing that I just had to write everything down and turn it into a core memory!
