On my selling on a day in the blazing May I was looking for a small place for a light bite when I noticed through my heat dazed eyes the signboard "Snack Bite".
Inside was the peaceful coolness of a suburb bylane and I would have pretty soon dozed off but for the strong smoke of spice, garlic and onion that shut out every senses except hunger.
No menu card, sir, the waiter cut the silence, on our menu at this hour is only fish fingers, all else sold out.
No problem I said, I have been here for a light bite. How many pieces come with a plate?
Ten, sir, superbly fried.
By ten minutes the steaming thing was before me ten red crispy slices of fish fingers and I immediately got into business remembering what my ma used to say, To a hungry mouth every food tastes fine and so neat and fine the pieces looked so artfully arranged on the plate like human fingers I reflected on the pause having finished the fifth.
Human fingers? I froze in terror, why didn't I notice leftovers of crunched bones and nails on my plate?
The only other man at the table, I heard was ordering for another plate.