Impossible to Forget

Chapter Ten

Chapter 10

The car door opened and I blinked. So lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed that the we were back at the “house” and the car stopped. 

I glanced over and was surprised to see the car door open and Ram gone. I stared for a moment before looking through the front window to see him already running up the steps to the door.

I leaned back against the leather seats, closing my eyes and trying to let all the built up stress seep out.

“Miss.”

I cracked open one eye to see Krishna worriedly regarding me. I smiled to reassure him and got out of the car and wearily walked towards the house. 

I took a deep breath in front of the door, pausing to arrange my mask before walking in.

“Preeti! You are just in time for dinner!” Mrs. Chowdury called from the kitchen.

My stomach grumbled, I realized that I had never gotten an opportunity to eat. I grinned sheepishly and went to go help set the table.

I went to the cupboard where I had noticed that morning held the dinner plates and took out five plates. They were a pretty pale blue with a pretty white flower border, when I looked closer the flowers resembled jasmine. 

When I turned around, Ram was right behind me and I almost dropped the plates in surprise, but luckily he had reached out for them.

I looked down at our hands as he took the plates without meeting my gaze and I could tell he was taking special care not to touch me.

I reached back into the cupboard and pulled out some glasses. The race around the dining table was almost funny, we were running in circles around the table helping set it almost trying to run away from each other.

There was no need for silverware since Indians eat their meals with their hands. This might seem strange and difficult to Western cultures but honestly Indian food and especially south Indian food is just easier to eat with your hands.

 I mean I guess I could use a spoon and fork but....... no it’s like telling a Chinese person to use a fork instead of chopsticks, same concept.

When all the food was on the table and there was nothing left to do but eat, we paused at opposite ends staring. For now there was no animosity, just caution.

“Why don’t you sit down while we wait for them,” by them I imagine Mrs.Chowdury was referring to Asha and Mr.Chowdury.

We didn’t move from our respective spots simply pulled out the chairs and slowly sat down.

Once again, I was the first one to break our little staring contest distracted by the yummy smells wafting from the center of the table.

I reached over to take the lid off the first pot, inside was fresh steaming white rice. 

The one next to it had potato fry curry which is basically like it sounds potato is cut up into cubes then fried with a slight bit of oil then they put spices on it. 

It’s basically the only potato dish I will eat (other than french fries), because it actually has this delicious taste that just excites your taste buds (mine were already starting to water). 

Mashed potatoes and the like, well actually most American style cooked vegetables were pretty gross. 

I mean after having vegetables cooked with the best of spices and such delicious rich flavor, would you be able to go eat such blandness? Well, in my case that was an absolute nopedy dope.