Page 34 - Love Story of a Commando

your shit. Bangs shout out loud—where is the party tonight or let’s go
shopping! And a blunt cut tells you not to mess with her.
I loved my girl gang.
By then we had bonded well; we had each other’s back and
complemented each other almost perfectly. Every girl needs a girl gang
where you aggressively believe in each other, defend each other and think
your girlfriends deserve the best. We were no more strangers to this big
metropolitan city.
Soon, Gaurav joined us before the mirror. He looked dapper in his
formal blue shirt and blue jeans. I smiled; good times and crazy friends make
the best memories.
‘Hey girls,’ Gaurav said. ‘I hope you are aware that our dinner is
tonight only. How long do you really need to get ready? Swami has
borrowed his uncle’s car and has been waiting outside for the past fifteen
minutes and we should not piss him off more. You know how particular he is
about time and considering the fact that this super handsome boy is
accompanying you girls, I don’t think anybody is even going to glance at
you all. Let’s move.’
We pushed him aside and made our way out of the door.
It took us an hour to cover the distance of fifteen minutes to reach the
hotel. Mumbai traffic can be deadly. It really sucks.
Anyway, one step out of the car and I felt so insignificant before that
architectural marvel of Moorish, Oriental and Florentine style of the Taj. I
turned around and looked at the mighty Arabian Sea as a gentle sea breeze
ruffled my hair. Everything felt so welcoming, so warm. There were
promises in the air.
We entered the Taj and soon we were inside the epitome of luxury
and elegance.
The flower arrangements were stunning and the decorative
appointments were extraordinary. We were then ushered by an exceptionally
courteous member of staff, Mr Javed, who instantly made us feel special;
after all it was not every day that we were treated like royals. Even the
munna at our local food joint was accustomed to ignoring us most of the
time. We threw each other a knowing smile, walked straighter than usual
while surrendering to the ‘Wah Taj’ feeling.
We reached Masala Kraft, the restaurant that Gaurav had made
reservations at. Even though the Taj had some six to seven restaurants,
Masala Kraft was one of their best Indian food offerings. We also crossed
the Japanese restaurant Wasabi on the first floor. Even though it sounded
exquisite, just trying Japanese food for us Indians is kind of a self-
accomplishment unless you are one of those rare individuals who like eating
huge octopuses or are in love with raw sushi.