An Anthology Of Me

Magic In a Pot

Everyday is starting to become the same.

I work. I go home. I sleep.

I have the occasional hang outs, but even those have started to become stale.

I miss the deeper connections, the long conversations. It's been so long since I've seen my best friends. I wonder how they're doing, have they become successful? Settled down? Gained a couple of pounds?

But I don't want to just call them, I want to see them, to even just meet someone random that I can relate to and talk about absolutely anything, from what do they want to do in 20 years, to what do you think dogs think about when we leave?

Instead of lying here on my smelly, stale, mattress and my dark almost empty apartment... I really need to clean, and also get some furniture.

It's getting kinda late and I'm getting kinda hungry. I should probably make some dinner, I could get take-out... But I'm really not in the mood fast food and they're the only ones that deliver... Well, there is this small restaurant near by that I've always wanted to try. Well, it might be my only hope to eat a somewhat healthy meal and it's a change of pace so I might as well.

I dress up to at least "presentable" standards, the casual jeans and a shirt. Grab the essentials, my phone, keys, wallet and then I lock up and head down stairs.

When I get to the restaurant, the first thing that welcomed me was the smell of herbs and spices.

Fuck, I'm hungry.

The only people here was the chef and about 2 other customers. The chef looked fairly old he looked like he was in his 60's but he seemed pretty swift around the kitchen for someone his age, and the way he was cooking he obviously didn't just seem like some everyday cook. At least from where I was standing with all the fire and hand movements and such he seemed to really know his shit.

The diner though was a fairly small place, it seemed like it could just fit about 50 people. The only people in here at the time aside from me were just two other customers though. There were records on the walls and what looked like mementos from his travels or something, I couldn't really tell. They all just looked like old wornout pictures, clothes and doodads to me.

With his vast menu and my indecisiveness on what to eat, I simply asked him what does he recommend, he just took a glance at me and then said he recommended the curry, feeling indifferent and just hungry, I said sure, handed my payment and sat down at the table.

After waiting a few moments he served my food, it didn't really look all that special, but God did it smell good. I took one bite, and for some reason I found myself smiling. It was strange, it felt like the flavors of the curry were dancing in my mouth, and there was this feeling spreading throughout my body giving me this strange sensation, that just made me smile with every bite I took. It felt kinda of nostalgic but I never really had any kind of memory connected with curry. Every bite was warm, and flavorful, the chicken was so soft and tender. It gave me this fuzzy and comforting feeling, I never expected I'd feel this way from a plate of curry.

I took bite after bite, I was kinda surprised how fast I ate the entire thing. After I finished the meal, I felt a little bit brighter, a little lighter, I felt a little bit happier. I don't know what's in curry and I've had some before, but this was definitely something really else.

Of course it wasn't magic, my problems weren't solved by some wizard who made me some kind of mystical gourmet dish. But, in a way it was kind of magical how at least for a moment it helped me forget about my troubles and made me feel a little bit better. I guess in that way, it was a little bit magical.