My Desi Girlfriend (girlxgirl)

A Taste of Home

Mira's Pov

I walked into the office, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Emilia. She had disappeared again, citing an international meeting, but something didn't feel right. I couldn't shake off the worry that gnawed at me.

Despite my concerns, I threw myself into work, focusing on the tasks at hand. The day seemed to drag on, each minute stretching into eternity. I checked my phone repeatedly, hoping for a message from Emilia, but there was nothing. My thoughts kept drifting back to her, wondering where she could be and if she was okay. 

As the day drew to a close, I made a decision. I needed to clear my head, to distract myself from the worry that threatened to consume me. I decided to explore the city. Since I moved to Munich, I hadn't had enough time to really explore the city.

Eventually, I found myself in front of the Munich Museum. The grandeur of the building took my breath away. Its architecture was stunning, a mix of modern design and old-world charm. I decided to go inside, eager to immerse myself in the history and culture of this beautiful city.

As I entered the museum, I was greeted by a vast collection of artifacts and exhibits. Each room was filled with treasures from the past, from ancient artifacts to modern art pieces. I spent hours exploring, losing myself in the stories that each exhibit told.

When I was walking back home, I spotted an Indian restaurant, its doors open wide, the familiar scent immediately transported me back to the streets of Mumbai, to the bustling markets and vibrant colors that had once been my daily life. The restaurant has outdoor as well as indoor seating, I decided to go inside as it was already cold.

I walked into the restaurant. "Namaste," said Kavya, the owner, with a warm smile. The restaurant had an unmistakable Indian vibe, with Bollywood celebrity posters adorning the walls.

"Namaste," I replied, feeling a sense of comfort in this familiar greeting. I chatted with Kavya and learned that she was in her mid-20s and already the owner of this place. Despite being born and raised in Munich, she had grown up closely connected to her South Indian family, making her familiar with Indian traditions.

As I glanced at the menu, my eyes fell on the Pani Puri board, and I couldn't resist. "Oh, so you're from Mumbai," Kavya said with a wink. She must have guessed because of my choice of Pani Puri. This delightful dish has different names in different states of India.

Later, as I chatted with Kavya, we instantly became friends. It was good to finally meet a fellow Indian. After enjoying my meal, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. The taste of home had a way of soothing my worries, if only for a moment.

Heading home, I decided to text Emilia checking up on her. 

"Hey Emilia, just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. I know things have been tough lately, but remember, I'm here for you. Whatever you need, I've got your back. Take care, okay?"

Sending the message, I felt a sense of relief. I may not be familiar with Emilia's problems, but I know she is in trouble and I need her to know I care for her. And with that thought, I went to bed, hoping for good news from Emilia soon.