The commotion was getting on Vivek’s nerves. A boisterous group of school kids had landed up in the cafe and occupied most of the sitting space and from Vivek’s point of view almost all of the breathing space.

He could not concentrate on his book. All that noise was making him wonder why he had even come to the cafe today. At this rate he was not going to get any work done. And then Sakshi floated into his mind. All of a sudden, all that noise disappeared and all he heard was the jukebox.

Pretty woman, walking down the street

Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet

Pretty woman

I don't believe you, you're not the truth

No one could look as good as you

Mercy

Pretty woman, won't you pardon me

Pretty woman, I couldn't help see

Pretty woman

That you look lovely as can be

Are you lonely just like me

Wow

Pretty woman, stop a while

Pretty woman, talk a while

Pretty woman, gave your smile to me

Pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah

Pretty woman, look my way…

Vivek was still so lost in his thoughts that he did not notice someone walking up to his table. He did not see her standing next to him.

"If you don't mind, may I join you on this table? The others seem to be taken."

Vivek was jolted back into reality. It was Sakshi. "It sure is my lucky day," thought Vivek. And aloud he said, "No no, it would be my pleasure if you sat here with me." Sakshi smiled and sat down. Vivek was at a loss for words, trying desparately to strike a conversation. But nothing came out each time he opened his mouth to speak. And then someone came to his table to take the order. "Will you have something.. Errr.. Sakshi"

Vivek was surprised that such simple words refused to come out of his mouth. What was wrong with him? "I'll have a Cappucino and an apple muffin," said Sakshi. "The usual for you sir - espresso and a large chocolate brownie?" "Huh... Ye.. Yes.. Thats right," blurted Vivek - his words coming out in a rush. But much to his relief, Sakshi did not seem to have noticed it.

Vivek was awkwardly silent while Sakshi was busy typing away something on her phone. In a short while their orders were served.

With a short sigh Sakshi put down her phone and started sipping her coffee. There was a faint blush on her face. Was it make up… but it wasn’t looking made up… Vivek was mesmerized with the vision of beauty that was sitting at his table. He wasn’t sure whether it was real or it was a dream. Whatever it was, he didn’t want it to end. And someone opted for Savage Garden on the juke box.

Maybe it's intuition

But some things you just don't question

Like in your eyes

I see my future in an instant

And there it goes

I think I've found my best friend

I know that it might sound more than

A little crazy but I believe

I knew I loved you before I met you

I think I dreamed you into life

I knew I loved you before I met you

I have been waiting all my life…

Read all the parts of Life is a Song

Nopes I am not going to describe another recipe for making delicious Idlis.  Just over heard the not so friendly neighbourhood Idli hawker singing the "No Idea" song.

I'm your pumpling - pumpling
Hello honey bunny
I'm your dumpkin - dumpkin
Hello honey bunny
Feeling something - something
Hello honey bunny

What was the meaning of this song - NO IDEA.

So I'm going to give this hawker a more meaningful song

Mujhko Batter la ke do
Idli Dough, Idli Dough
Mujhko sambar la ke do
Idli Dough, Idli Dough
Aur chutney la ke do
Idli Dough, Idli Dough

Oh by the way, "Feeling something - something" can be translated into Hindi as

Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

But damn, if you feel like saying that after having the Idlis, God save you!!

Macro of Ocimum tenuiflorum, also known as Holy Basil or Tulsi.