After a nice long fun ride, I finally decided to go to The mango tree restaurant. With enough courage mustered up, I stopped my bike there and sat at the bar. It’s a place with good music and a nice vibe.
I ordered a Shirley temple, being off alcohol thanks to my ayurvedic doctor, plugged in my ear phones with my own music and cozied into my murakami that I’ve gotten hooked to. Happy, that I finally did this. Been wanting to for ages.
2 seats down were 3 guys from Bangalore who had come to the cafe a few days back and I’d gotten along with amazingly well. One of them had really attracted my attention given that he looked remarkedly like an ex I still have a huge crush on. The tall, dark, silky hair, Guitar playing biker types.
As soon as we saw each other at the bar we smiled and exchanged pleasantries. They then asked me to go over and I was so high from the ride and the act of going to the bar that I obliged immediately.
Then ensured 3hrs of amazing fun conversations. Jibes, jokes, anecdotes, shared histories… While sharing beer and criticizing the music. Fun, the kind that I once used to have. And thoroughly miss now.
It was simply amazing. Then as it became 4am, we decided to split when I suddenly realised that I’d left my wallet in my other bag. So I asked them to stay back for ten mins, rushed home faster than Greece lightning and returned with the payment.
After exchanging numbers and promising to catch up in Bangalore, we all left.
I rode away, extremely happy and excited. And the night continued…