The Lunchbox Page #3

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Or a dog crossing the street.

What caught the attention of the painter.

And on one of them,

I saw.

At least I think that's me.

Then I offered a "rickshaw."

houses of my childhood friends

all disappeared.

My old school too.

But some things have remained.

Old post,

and the hospital where I was born

and where my parents are dead,

and my wife.

I think we forget things

if there is nobody to tell them.

Pardon, sir?

- What?

- You told me?

No.

What do you play?

In Blind Man's Bluff.

- You know what I was playing at your age?

- What?

Let's remove it first.

I do?

I got it.

We played at home.

That was the baby.

I was the father.

And your uncle was the mother, wife.

Hello.

I want to tell you something.

I think my husband is having an affair.

At first I thought confront.

But I have not had the courage.

Where would I go?

There is one place...

My daughter has learned in Bhutan,

everyone is happy.

They don't have GNP

but Gross National Happiness.

Would not it be wonderful

to have it here?

Madame.

If I came to Bhutan with you?

You seem distracted.

- I made a mistake?

- No.

Tell me, Shaikh...

Yes?

- Have you ever been to Bhutan?

- Bhutan?

I thought... rather than Nasik,

I could move there.

I have been in Saudi Arabia.

Bhutan, that's fine too.

It has advantages:

1 rupee is 5 there.

It's worth going there.

My mother said... she always says:

"The wrong train

can take you to the right station."

Your mother?

You told me that you were an orphan.

This is true,

but when I say:

"My mother always says ..."

people take me seriously.

It feels good.

That is correct.

You're listening to Radio Bhutan...

How could we go together

Bhutan?

I don't even know your name.

How are you?

A banana and an apple.

Try this.

You are radiant today.

Whether he comes?

You lost 10 years.

Your mother said that the wrong train

can take you to the right station...

- My mother is always right.

- So?

I love it.

Variety.

Variety, sir.

Auntie!

What does he?

Would you have the cassette of this film,

"Saajan"?

So, why?

The songs were good, right?

Not bad.

We can hear it?

Now?

Yes.

You can put it?

I put it.

Hello,

Yesterday Auntie put the cassette

Film "Saajan". Funny coincidence.

She tapes of all Indian movies,

but no CD or MP3.

It keeps the industry alive

alone!

I crossed

few lines of this letter...

It's weird

to continue to write, right?

Can write everything in a letter,

it's easy.

But what I erased,

I must tell you in the face.

It is time we meet.

Do you know the coffee Kooler

in Matunga?

It seems they are

a very good "kheema pao",

my favorite dish.

What say you of an appointment

tomorrow at 13 am?

Mr. Saajan...

What?

The boss wants to see you.

- Yes, I will go after lunch.

- This is urgent.

I'm coming.

Can I enter?

I just had a meeting

with accounting.

I've never been

so embarrassed in my life.

Do you know what they said?

It is as if our service

claims did not exist.

All payment orders are wrong!

Shaikh initials are everywhere.

The idea that I would leave

replace you!

Should you review all of this.

Spend the night if necessary,

but correct me that.

In your case, Shaikh,

out of my sight.

It's my fault, sir.

It is I who payment orders.

He has initialed

because we work together.

It's my fault.

Fernandes,

you don't have to defend it.

I am not defending anyone, sir.

35 years of service,

and you have never done

the slightest mistake.

It's not my type defend anyone.

Anyway,

I take care of the accounting.

Okay, sir.

One last thing.

Why these files

they have the smell of vegetables?

Onions, potatoes, even garlic!

Really?

Feel!

I don't know.

Pardon, sir.

Thank you. You saved me.

Don't cut ever

those pesky vegetables on folders.

Forgiveness.

I put a plastic bag, next time.

Okay, no vegetables. Nothing. Forgiveness.

This is not the accounts

a shabby little restaurant!

These public accounts!

If you don't do that, go!

From?

No.

You teach me everything.

I'm sorry,

but you teach me everything.

Your mother told you

to make fake degrees

to get a job?

It must have been mistaken...

What kind of person are you?

And if you come home for lunch?

I prepared a "Pasanda".

Amazing! Mr. Shaikh.

Amazing...

A "Pasanda" he said.

You come from, is not it?

- Take... in.

- No.

This is very good.

This is my recipe.

My father warned me:

"Don't marry this guy,

it will chain you to the stove."

His father is a very dangerous man.

He did not smile

since the World Cup 1984.

Or maybe just a little.

Still grinning.

What does your wife?

Shh.

I'm sorry, she did not know.

Okay.

My wife is dead.

But I have a girlfriend.

You?

Yes.

How is it called?

Ila.

I knew it! Meals, notes...

When were you married?

Marriage... it sometimes seems

it's been 35 years.

Or 25 or 10, but I sometimes

feel like it was yesterday.

You back for seconds.

This is my recipe.

You don't eat anything at all.

I wanted to ask you something.

Go ahead.

About our marriage...

In fact, his father refused.

He said:
"He is an orphan, small,

he skinned."

Meherunissa then fled.

But she wants the blessing

his father.

I will not tell anyone.

No, that's not it.

He agreed.

We're getting married.

There will be a whole army on his side:

Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts...

everyone will be there.

But there will be no one on my side.

I am alone.

I wanted to know if you would...

to be my witness.

Me?

Yes. And if Ms. Ila could come too.

Course.

We will come.

His father wants to offer me a scooter.

A gift for my promotion.

But I'm not leaving.

I thought refuse

early departure retirement.

I ask the boss

you become my assistant.

So your promotion...

This is very good news, Sir!

But not a word to my father,

otherwise no scooter.

I'll tell Meherunissa.

Sir, you want to sit?

Me?

Yes, take my place.

No.

Please. I go down to the next.

- Fernandes.

- Yes?

You wanted to talk to me?

No.

My secretary told me...

It was about payment orders.

What is it?

This is resolved.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Okay. See you later.

Want to Buy?

Dear Ila,

I got the lunchbox today

but it was empty.

It was deserved.

Yesterday you me long

waited at the restaurant...

But before that, in the morning,

I forgot something

in the bathroom.

I went back...

and the room had the same smell

that my grandfather left there

after his shower.

It was like he had been there.

But that was not the case.

That was me.

Me and the smell of an old man.

I don't know when I became old.

It was perhaps this morning.

Or before.

And maybe if I'd forgotten

something earlier,

I would then noticed.

Sir, you want to sit?

No.

Life rocked me languidly,

forward, back...

And before I knew it...

Nobody buys

a lottery ticket expired, Ila.

I came to the restaurant.

And you were there,

fiddling with your purse,

to drink all that water...

I wanted to come

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