Father of Anjali

2. Santhanam uncle

Tribute for putting aside his worries. She hurried to see the works. The crowd at the restaurant was great and Maya and the other staff definitely needed help. She smiled at the confronted customers. She inquired about the well-being of those already acquainted. She was tasked with giving the children small toys along with food. The restaurant also sent her to satisfy everyone's stomach cravings to help.

After meeting everyone, she reached the seat where Santhanam, the client closest to her mind, was sitting. No one wants to sit because that seat is so close to the kitchen. Can't even look out of there. But Santhanam does not need all that. He did not come to taste the food like the others. Just coming here is a necessity. The key is to meet Anjali and Maya and say two words. Occasionally, they will dine with him when available.

Santhanam is a retired individual. The wife disappeared a few years ago. Who has no major relationships after that? Worked as a librarian at a nearby college. The house was in the same area.

Eat at the College Mess while at work. The one who is not able to cook now and the financial situation does not allow him to hire a cook. She has been a regular customer who has been coming daily since she started the restaurant. Santhanam, who is tall and physically reminiscent of her father, eased her mind at the first encounter.

"Tribute .... Looks like you started this hotel for me"

"Uncle is yours. Ask and buy what you want."

No matter how many times she says that. Choosing and eating foods that are cheaper than just looking at the account. Her heart aches when she sees it. That too, sometimes, only drinks coffee.

Older people, like children, need special attention. So as not to affect her character as much as she could.

"Uncle, this is a special dish. We'll add it to the menu next month. Please tell me, what's the story of those big puppys .....

Maya joins in, saying, "We'll monitor you for a week and add nothing to your illness."

Santhanam laughs, "Elijah, you're testing me with both tails."

Some days they say, "Uncle, you order coffee, even this spicy dosa for free."

They will threaten, "Uncle ordered eight onion rawa today and a group of upscale aydutsu. We can not eat all that. So where's the punishment for Brenda?

They don't care if Santhanam finds those who beg, "Let's add meals. We'll try every menu weekly for a couple of months from this weekend. Come home, unforgettable Uncle."

Santhanam, who is in his early seventies, looks at his pet friends and smiles.

As the crowd began to subside, she went to the kitchen to say hi to Santhanam.

"Naveen, your working hours are over ... don't leave."

"I'm leaving with what Uncle Santanam ordered."

"Uncle, what order did you order?"

"A plate of Italian as usual"

"I'll take him food. You go."

The staff told her one by one and started to leave. Santhanam put the hot set of dosas with the Italian she had ordered. Even a Dumbledore coffee. She took everything and put it on the table herself.

"I only ordered Italian. Why do you bring so much?"

"Well then, Naveen told the Italian set dossier himself. I will inquire tomorrow."

"But I will pay Dosa."

"Eat Uncle. It's a crime under the law to give you money for your red mistake. Do not blame me," she told him as she went to fill his glass with water. Find that there is no water.

"Uncle, I came to fetch water from Jack," she said.

They cleaned half of the restaurant and flipped the chairs and turned off the lights because of low traffic. So that the exterior was somewhat visible through the glass windows on that side. Mostly there are flowering plants and large trees.

After filling Jack with water, she took a look at the glass and slipped away in shock at the familiar scene. Jalirendu heard it break and in everyone's sight. To stand on top of Anjali, Santhanam rushed towards her.

"What a tribute," he asked nervously.

The trace of the figure disappeared without a trace until he returned after telling her "nothing, Uncle".

"Why does your face look like a ghost?"

"I saw Uncle. He was staring out of the mirror," she said with shock.

"I only saw it for a second. But really where is he?"

"Tribute to the work you have done without rest. This is how the mind, which does not have enough rest for the body, happens so often.

All you need is a few days off and a good rest. "

Hot coffee filled with sugar was much needed by her then too.

Maya came in as "what a tribute".

"Nothing slipped away. I'm clean."

"You leave .. I sent the man. He will clean and walk. Even the invisible glass bees will come. You go home and take a rest."

"I have nothing. Don't worry," she said, "I'll take the order. You go."

A customer who was new to the hotel had just entered. He was of good height and fit, with a dark blue sweater that embraced the body of the man, a familiar blue plaid shirt around his neck, and blue jeans all gave him a majestic posture. When he bent down and looked at the menu, his hair fell on his forehead and to cover his face, Gothic brushed his forehead hair with his left hand like Rajinikanth of that time.

Not to be outdone by the style that enchants Tamilnadu

"Your order sir" Anjali asked as she looked at the, duty look.

His sharp eyes, which looked upright, scanned her face. The persistent gaze only on her face for a few seconds did not suit her mood on the day.

"Can you place an order soon ... and we'll have a Kitson closed" she laughed at his words.

"A karabat, kesarbat combo with curd. I'll make a single bay for the yoghurt. That's a strong coffee."

"Put a bucket of yoghurt on a karabat kesarpath plate and he's going to shake his head," Anjali said as she entered the kitchen.

Ivan has only been coming here recently. Breakfast is definitely here. Even dinner on the weekends. Her guess is that a nearby IT company will work for something. The first person to try any food was last in Karabad Kesarpath. Came and stood. He always says to do the same without changing.

Whoever swallows saffron will eat caraway with a quarter liter of yogurt. That's his regular menu. No other servants are there when night falls. It is customary to take orders out of respect at such times. So it is impossible to avoid this.

She asked him the same question he would ask everyone when he finished his meal.

"Do you want anything else sir?"

He met her gaze to lighten his eyes.

"I need two details. The first is when your shift ends. The second is where you want to go in your spare time."