To prove that I could be authoritative as a guest at least in a dining hall (suspiciously running empty) I beckoned the waiter to bring me the menu card.
“Saar, this is too early to give you a lunch menu. And too late for a breakfast menu!”
“So what do you have then?”
He gave me multiple choices but as follows,
3. Coconut Chutney
4. Mint Chutney
He told that I could choose only two among them. That was the first time in my life I ever had someone give me choices that really made me think. I thanked heavens that I had been lucky enough not to get the third choice as Chutney and fourth choice as Coconut.
After having the sumptuous brunch with a unique flavor, I went back to the reception to get the key for the cottage. The bellhop holding my luggage kept descending downhill leading to a cottage house that seemed to be located at the bottom of the stack of their cottages. Viola! There it was! I was so thrilled to see it as I was seriously imagining waking up to a full wide view of the lake. A single room cottage at the lakeside! What a lovely sight! I tipped him heavy just to show how happy I was.
After he left with all smiles, I darted to every nook and corner, and smelt the blankets, and tasted the water, and listened to the insect chirps at the back window, and graced the furniture to get a grasp of things as would a curious child experiencing its first little contact with the outside world. I hopped out to get a full view of the cottage. Just to consume the idea that I was finally there. All alone, in a place, where I could spend time simply for the sake of spending time.