Keventer's

It was an overcaste day like today. the clouds fleeted past around us, wetting our windcheaters as we sat at the open roof-top restaurant...it was one of those perfect days that stays in your memory forever... Daj...the "queen of the hills" as far as the typical middle class bengali is concerned...great place to hang out with frnds or family...shoppin, eating, bird-watching...all go hand in hand....and the variety is just mindboggling...

i had read abt Keventer's in a childhood favourite by Satyajit Ray... it was the third time we were goin to Daj as a family...yet we hadnt visited this famous hang-out ever...so this time we decided to slog it out against the cold...there we sat on the open roof top freezing in the November cold..waiting for our orders...

they arrived carried by a quintessential Daj resident - smiling chinky eyes, fair wrinkled face...the plates of steaming hot dogs n mugs of steaming hot chocolate...i was surprised when i woke up this morning, their taste lingering in my mouth....the mustard sauce squishing past my lips, the juicy sausage melting in my mouth...the hot chocolate warming me up from the inside...as it slided down my alimentary canal...i couldnt beleive i remembered all these details ... i cud never remember the intermediates of the glucose metabolism pathways...but here it was...as if cud recall each n every step of metabolism of that chocolate n that hot dog.