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Then came our dinner at the Lakeview restaurant.
The Lakeview was an expensive restaurant, one of those places where a headwaiter
dressed in tails conducted you to your seat, and the only light came from candles and flaming
desserts. In one corner of the room a lady harpist played tinkling melodies.
Father wanted to celebrate, because he had just been promoted. He worked for an electronics
company, and after his English started improving, his superiors decided to appoint him to a
position more suited to his training. The promotion not only brought a higher salary but was also
a tremendous boost to his pride.
Up to then we had eaten only in Chinese restaurants. Although my brother and I were
becoming fond of hamburgers, my parents didn’t care much for western food, other than chow
mein.
But this was a special occasion, and father asked his coworkers to recommend a really
elegant restaurant. So there we were at the Lakeview, stumbling after the headwaiter in the
murky dining room.
At our table we were handed our menus, and they were so big that to read mine I almost
had to stand up again. But why bother? It was mostly in French, anyway.
Father, being an engineer, was always systematic. He took out a pocket French
dictionary. “They told me that most of the items would be in French, so I came prepared.” He
even had a pocket flashlight, the size of a marking pen. While mother held the flashlight over the
menu, he looked up the items that were in French.
“Paté en croute,” he muttered. “Let’s see … paté is paste … croute is crust … hmm … a
paste in crust.”
The waiter stood looking patient. I squirmed and died at least fifty times.
At long last Father gave up. “Why don’t we just order four complete dinners at random?”
he suggested.
“Isn’t that risky?” asked Mother. “The French eat some rather peculiar things, I’ve
heard.”
“A Chinese can eat anything a Frenchman can eat,” Father declared. 
The soup arrived in a plate. How do you get soup up from a plate? I glanced at the other
diners, but the ones at the nearby tables were not on their soup course, while the more distant
ones were invisible in the darkness.
Fortunately my parents had studied books on western etiquette
before they came to America. “Tilt your plate,” whispered my mother. “It’s
easier to spoon the soup up that way.”
She was right. Tilting the plate did the trick. But the etiquette book didn’t
say anything about what you did after the soup reached your lips. As any respectable Chinese
knows, the correct way to eat your soup is to slurp. This helps to cool the liquid and prevent you
from burning your lips. It also shows your appreciation.
We showed our appreciation. Shloop, went my father. Shloop, went my mother. Shloop,
shloop, went my brother, who was the hungriest.
The lady harpist stopped playing to take a rest. And in the silence, our
family’s consumption of soup suddenly seemed unnaturally loud. You know how
it sounds on a rocky beach when the tide goes out and the water drains from
all those little pools? They go shloop, shloop, shloop. That was the Lin family,
eating soup.
At the next table a waiter was pouring wine. When a large shloop reached him, he froze.
The bottle continued to pour, and red wine flooded the tabletop and into the lap of a customer.
Even the customer didn’t notice anything at first, being also hypnotized by the shloop, shloop,
shloop.
It was too much. “I need to go to the toilet,” I mumbled, jumping to my feet. A waiter,
sensing my urgency, quickly directed me to the ladies’ room.
I splashed cold water on my burning face, and as I dried myself with a paper towel, I
stared into the mirror. In this perfumed ladies’ room, with its pink and silver wallpaper and
marbled sinks, I looked completely out of place. What was I doing here? What was our family
doing in the Lakeview restaurant? In America?
The door to the ladies’ room opened. A woman came in and glanced curiously at me. I
retreated into one of the toilet cubicles and latched the door.
Time passed—maybe half an hour, maybe an hour. Then I heard the door open again, and
my mother’s voice. “Are you in there? You’re not sick, are you?”
There was real concern in her voice. A girl can’t leave her family just because they slurp
their soup. Besides, the toilet cubicle had a few drawbacks as a permanent residence. “I’m all
right,” I said, undoing the latch.
Mother didn’t tell me how the rest of the dinner went, and I didn’t want to know. In the
weeks following, I managed to push the whole thing into the back of my mind, where it jumped
out at me only a few times a day. Even now, I turn hot all over when I think of the Lakeview
restaurant.
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mukhya parivaar ko mackhiyon banane ke liye ise phir se likhen

phir lekavyuu restaraan main hamaara dinar aayaa.
lekavyuu ek mahangaa restaraan tha, un sthanon main se ek jahaan ek hedwiter tha
poonch main kapade pahane aapako apni seat par le jaaya gaya, or keval roshni mombattiyon or jwalanth se ai
desrt.kamare ke ek kone main ek ladi harpist ne tinculing dhune bajaain.
pita jashn manaanaa chaahate the, kyonki unhen abhi -abhi padonnat kiya gaya tha.unhone ek electronics ke liye kaam kiya
company, or unki angreji main sudhaar hone ke baad, unke varishton ne unhen niyukt karne kaa faisla kiya
apane prashikshan ke liye adhik anukool sthiti.padonnati na keval ek ucch vetan laayaa, balki tha
apane gaurav ko ek jabardast badhaava.
tab tak hamane keval chini restaraan main hi khaaya tha.haalanki mere bhai or main the
hamburgers ke shaukeen hone ke kaaran, mere mata -pita ne pashchimi bhojan ke liye bahut parvaah nahin kii, chau ke alaava anya
mein.
lekin yah ek vishesh avasar tha, or pita ne apane sahakarmiyon se vastav main sifarish karne ke liye kaha
suruchipurna restaraan.to ham lekavyuu main the, hedwiter ke baad thokar kha rahe the
marki dining room.
hamaari mej par hamen apane menu saunpe gaye the, or ve itane bade the ki mujhe padhane ke liye main lagbhag padhaa tha
phir se khadey hona padaa.lekin pareshaan kyon?yah zyaadaatar french main tha, vaise bhi.
pita, ek ejeeniyar hone ke naate, hameshaa vyavasthit tha.unhone ek pocket french nikaala
shabdkosh."unhone mujhe bataaya ki adhikansh item french main honge, isliye main taiyaar ho gaya."vah
yahaan tak ki ek pocket torch, ek ankan pen kaa aakaar bhi tha.jabaki maan ne torch ko pakad liya
menu, unhone un vastuon ko dekha jo french main the.
"pate en crout," unhone kaha."chalo dekhte hai ... paté paste he ... croute crust he ... hamm ... e
crust main paste. ”
waiter rogi dikh rahaa tha.maine kam se kam pachaas baar fusfusaaya or mar gaya.
lambey samay se antim pita ne chhod diya."ham yadrichhik rup se chaar purna ratribhoj kaa order kyon nahin dete?"
unhone suzav diya.
"kya yah jokhim bharaa nahin he?"maan se poocha."francisi kuch balki ajeebogareeb chijen khate hai, main
suna."
pita ne ghoshnaa kii, "ek chini kuch bhi kha saktaa he jo ek francisi kha saktaa he."
soup ek plate main aa gaya.aap ek plate se soup kaise praapt karte hai?maine duusare par nazar daali
dinar, lekin paas ke teble par ve apane soup course par nahin the, jabaki adhik dur
andhere main adrishy the.
saubhaahgya se mere mata -pita ne pashchimi shishtachar par pustakon kaa adhyayan kiya tha
isse pehle ki ve america aaen."apni plate ko jhukaao," meri maan ko fusfusaaya."iskaa
us tarah se soup ko chammach karnaa aasaan he. ”
wo sahi thi.plate ko jhukaane se chaal chali gai.lekin shishtachar pustak nahin thi
soup ke baad aapane jo kuch bhi kiya uske bare main kuch bhi kahen.kisi bhi sammanjanak chini ke rup main
jaanata he, apane soup ko khaane kaa sahi tarika he.yah taral ko thanda karne or aapako rokane main madad karata he
apane honton ko jalaane se.yah aapaki prashansa bhi dikhaata he.
hamane apni prashansa dikhaai.shlup, mere pita gaye.shlup, meri maan gai.Shloop,
shlup, mere bhai ke paas gaya, jo sabase hangaamaa tha.
ladi harpist ne aaraam karne ke liye khelnaa band kar diya.or chuppi main, hamaare
soup kii parivaar kii khapat achaanak aswabhaavik rup se jor se lag rahi thi.tumhe pataa he kaisai
yah ek chattani samudr tat par lagata he jab jowar baahar jaataa he or pani kii naaliyon se
un sabhi chote pool?ve shlope, shlup, shlup jate hai.vah lin parivaar tha,
soup khaanaa.
agali talika main ek waiter sharaab daal rahaa tha.jab ek bada shlope uske paas pahunchaa, to vah jam gaya.
bottle daalana jari rakhaa, or red wine ne tebletop or ek graahak kii god main baadh aa gai.
yahaan tak ki graahak ne pehali baar main kuch bhi notice nahin kiya, shlup, shlup dwaara bhi sammohit kiya ja rahaa he,
shloop.
yah bahut zyada tha."mujhe shauchalay jane kii jarurat he," main apane pairon par kud gaya.ek baira,
meri taatkalikta ko mahasoos karte hue, jaldi se mujhe mahilaon ke kamare main nirdeshit kiya.
maine apane jalte hue chehre par thanda pani chapaaya, or jaisaa ki maine khud ko ek kaagaj tauliya ke saath sukhaya, main
darpan main ghoorna.is sugandhit mahilaon ke kamare main, iske gulabi or chaandi ke walpaper ke saath or
marble sinc, main puri tarah se jagah se baahar dekha.main yahan kya kar rahaa tha?hamaara parivaar kya tha
lekavyuu restaraan main kar rahe hai?america main?
mahilaon ke kamare kaa darwaja khul gaya.ek mahila andar ai or mujhe utsukata se dekha.main
shauchalay ke cubicals main se ek main peeche hat gaya or daravaaje ko kund kiya.
samay biit gaya - shaayad aadha ghanta, shaayad ek ghanta.phir maine phir se darwaja kholaa, or
meri maan kii aawaaj"kya aap vahaan andar hai?aap biimaar nahin hai, kya aap hai? ”
uski aawaaj main vaastavik chintaa thi.ek ladki apane parivaar ko sirf isliye nahin chhod sakati kyonki ve ghiste hai
unka soup.iske alaava, toilet cubical main ek sthaayee nivas ke rup main kuch kamiyaan thim."main sab kuch hoon
thik he, "maine kaha, kundi ko purvavat karte hue.
maan ne mujhe yah nahin bataaya ki baaki raat kaa khaanaa kaise chalaa, or main jaananaa nahin chaahati thi.main
saptaah ke baad, main puri baat ko apane dimag ke peeche dhakelne main kaamyaab rahaa, jahaan yah kud gaya
mujhe din main keval kuch baar.ab bhi, jab main lekavyuu ke bare main sochataa hum to main garm ho jaataa hum
restaurant.
user
phir lekavyuu restaraan main hamaara dinar aayaa.lekavyuu ek asaadhaaran pratishthan tha, jo apane parishkrut vaataavaran or uttam vyanjanon ke liye janaa jaataa tha.jaisaa ki bhojan kaksh ke chaaron ore footte hue udate hai, ham madad nahin kar sakate the, lekin jagah kii bhavyata par achambha karte hai.hedwiter, poonch main kapade pahane, ne hamen apane namit sthaan par nirdeshit kiya.naram mombatti kii roshni or ek harpist kii najuk dhunon ne hawa ko bhar diya, jisase parishkar kaa ek maahaul ban gaya.

restaraan main hamaari upasthiti hamaare fli parivaar kii haalia safalataa se prerit thi.hamaare pita ko sirf keet vyavsaay kii duniya main padonnat kiya gaya tha.unhone apni bhoomika main utkrisht pradarshan kiya tha, or unke varishton ne unki pratibha ko pahchaan liya, jisase ek pratishthit padonnati hui or hamaare saathi mackhiyon ke bich sthiti bad gai.

aamtaur par, hamaare fli parivaar ne kachare ke dibbe ko baar -baar kiya or chhod diya bache hue par daavat di.lekin yah ek vishesh avasar tha, or hamaare pita style main manaanaa chaahate the.unhone ek suruchipurna restaraan par siforeeshon ke liye apane saathi mackhiyon se poocha, or lekavyuu ko sarvasammati se suzav diya gaya tha.isliye ham vahaan the, lekavyuu main pravesh kar rahe the, hamaare chote pankhons ke saath vishaal bhojan kaksh ko nevigate karne kaa prayaas kar rahe the.

ham apni mej par bas gaye, or oversise kiye gaye menu ko hamaare saamne rakhaa gaya.vistrut prishthon ke madhyam se flip karte hue, hamane mahasoos kiya ki adhikansh vivaran hamaare liye videshi bhashaa main the.hamaare makkhi mata-pita, kabhi sansadhanpurn, ek pocket-aakaar ke shabdkosh ke saath laayaa tha.ve is par had kar rahe the, utsaah ke saath goonjte hue unhone francisi shabdon ko samajhane kaa prayaas kiya.

"pate en crout," hamaare pita ne dictionari se paraamarsh karte hue charchaa kii."paat paste he ... crout crust he ... aah, crust main ek paste!"

ant main, pita ne menu kii jatiltaaon ke liye aatmasamarpan kar diya."ham bas chaar yadrichhik vyanjan kyon nahin chunate hai?"usne prastaav kiya.

maan, kabhi satark, ne apni chintaa vyakt kii."kya aap sunishchit hai ki yah budhimaan he? maine suna he ki mackhiyon main vibhinn kshetron main ajeebogareeb aahaar sambandhi praathamiktaayen hai."

lekin pita drudh the."ek makkhi kisi bhi cheez par daavat de sakati he, chaahe uski utpatti kii parvaah kiye bina," unhone aatmavishvaas se ghoshnaa kii.

jald hi, soup ke katore hamaare saamne rakhe gaye the.mackhiyon ke rup main, ham taral bhojan ko pine main maahir the, lekin in uthle platon ne ek nai chunauti pesh kii.ham chaaron ore goonjte hue, anya dinar kii takneekon kaa avlokan karte hue.mand prakaash ne apane kaaryon ko samajhnaa mushkil bana diya, lekin ham ek yaa do chaal seekhney main kaamyaab rahe.

hamaare mata -pita ne, pashchimi shishtachar par shodh kiya, hamen nirdeshit kiya."apni plate ko jhukaaen," ve fusfusaaye, unke pankh utsaah ke saath fadafada rahe hai."yah soup ko adhik sulabh banaata he."

or isliye, hamane apni platon ko jhukaaya, apane chote makkhi ke munh ko taral jeevika main dubo diya.ghol kii awaz hawa ko bharti he, hawa ke laghu jhonke kii tarah goonjati he.

harpist kii dhunon main ek sankshipt viraam ne hamaari simphni kii simphni ko puure restaraan main gunjane kii anumati di.yah aisa tha maano mackhiyon kii gunj ne centre ke manch ko le liya ho, sabhi vartmaan kaa dhyaan aakarshith karte hue.manushyon sahit paas ke dinar, vismay or avishvaas main ghoorte the, unki ankhen ajeebogareeb drushti or dhwani par chaudee hoti thim.

hangaame ke bich, ek durbhagyapurna makkhi galati se ek waiter se takaraa gai, jo paas kii mej par sharaab daalati he.bottle par ittala de di, mezposh par crimson taral ko failaayaa or ek ansuna dinar kii god main tapakataa he.hadas ek pal ke liye kisi kaa dhyaan nahin gaya, kyonki sabhi nazren hamaare makkhi ke parivaar ke pradarshan par tay kii gai thim.

dhyaan kii tivrata ko sahan karne main asamarth, main paas ke toilet main ekant kii talash main, vivekpurna tareeke se bah gaya.apane chote chehre par thande pani ko chhinte hue, maine apni ajeebogareeb sthiti par pratibimbit kiya.yahan main ek bhavy rup se sajaae gaye toilet main ek makkhi thi, jo gulabi or chaandi ke walpaper se ghira hua tha, sinc, or anya rup se laalitya kii bhaavana thi.main is maanav-kendrit duniya main hamaari jagah par madad nahin kar saktaa, lekin lekavyuu restaraan main hamaari upasthiti ke arth ko darshata he.

darwaja khulaa ho gaya, or meri maan ne udaan bhari, uski jatil ankhen kamare ko scan karti hai."kya aap vahaan hai? kya aap aswasth hai?"vah vaastavik chintaa se gunj rahi thi.

yah mahasoos karte hue ki main ek ajeebogareeb bhojan ke anubhav ke kaaran sirf apane parivaar ko nahin chhod saktaa, maine jawaab diya, kundi ko purvavat karte hue, "main thik hum."

maan ne raat ke khaane ke baaki hisson ke vivaran main nahin bataaya, or maine unke liye press nahin kiya.agle hafton main, main us asli shaam kii smriti ko apane dimag kii gaharaai tak dhakelne main kaamyaab rahaa, keval prayek din kuch samay ke liye punarutthan karne ke liye.ab bhi, jaisaa ki main chaaron ore charchaa karata hum, lekavyuu restaraan ke samaran par sharmindagi ke saath meraa chota makkhi sharir kaanpata he.
assistant
<|system|>
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<|user|>
mukhya parivaar ko mackhiyon banane ke liye ise phir se likhen

phir lekavyuu restaraan main hamaara dinar aayaa.
lekavyuu ek mahangaa restaraan tha, un sthanon main se ek jahaan ek hedwiter tha
poonch main kapade pahane aapako apni seat par le jaaya gaya, or keval roshni mombattiyon or jwalanth se ai
desrt.kamare ke ek kone main ek ladi harpist ne tinculing dhune bajaain.
pita jashn manaanaa chaahate the, kyonki unhen abhi -abhi padonnat kiya gaya tha.unhone ek electronics ke liye kaam kiya
company, or unki angreji main sudhaar hone ke baad, unke varishton ne unhen niyukt karne kaa faisla kiya
apane prashikshan ke liye adhik anukool sthiti.padonnati na keval ek ucch vetan laayaa, balki tha
apane gaurav ko ek jabardast badhaava.
tab tak hamane keval chini restaraan main hi khaaya tha.haalanki mere bhai or main the
hamburgers ke shaukeen hone ke kaaran, mere mata -pita ne pashchimi bhojan ke liye bahut parvaah nahin kii, chau ke alaava anya
mein.
lekin yah ek vishesh avasar tha, or pita ne apane sahakarmiyon se vastav main sifarish karne ke liye kaha
suruchipurna restaraan.to ham lekavyuu main the, hedwiter ke baad thokar kha rahe the
marki dining room.
hamaari mej par hamen apane menu saunpe gaye the, or ve itane bade the ki mujhe padhane ke liye main lagbhag padhaa tha
phir se khadey hona padaa.lekin pareshaan kyon?yah zyaadaatar french main tha, vaise bhi.
pita, ek ejeeniyar hone ke naate, hameshaa vyavasthit tha.unhone ek pocket french nikaala
shabdkosh."unhone mujhe bataaya ki adhikansh item french main honge, isliye main taiyaar ho gaya."vah
yahaan tak ki ek pocket torch, ek ankan pen kaa aakaar bhi tha.jabaki maan ne torch ko pakad liya
menu, unhone un vastuon ko dekha jo french main the.
"pate en crout," unhone kaha."chalo dekhte hai ... paté paste he ... croute crust he ... hamm ... e
crust main paste. ”
waiter rogi dikh rahaa tha.maine kam se kam pachaas baar fusfusaaya or mar gaya.
lambey samay se antim pita ne chhod diya."ham yadrichhik rup se chaar purna ratribhoj kaa order kyon nahin dete?"
unhone suzav diya.
"kya yah jokhim bharaa nahin he?"maan se poocha."francisi kuch balki ajeebogareeb chijen khate hai, main
suna."
pita ne ghoshnaa kii, "ek chini kuch bhi kha saktaa he jo ek francisi kha saktaa he."
soup ek plate main aa gaya.aap ek plate se soup kaise praapt karte hai?maine duusare par nazar daali
dinar, lekin paas ke teble par ve apane soup course par nahin the, jabaki adhik dur
andhere main adrishy the.
saubhaahgya se mere mata -pita ne pashchimi shishtachar par pustakon kaa adhyayan kiya tha
isse pehle ki ve america aaen."apni plate ko jhukaao," meri maan ko fusfusaaya."iskaa
us tarah se soup ko chammach karnaa aasaan he. ”
wo sahi thi.plate ko jhukaane se chaal chali gai.lekin shishtachar pustak nahin thi
soup ke baad aapane jo kuch bhi kiya uske bare main kuch bhi kahen.kisi bhi sammanjanak chini ke rup main
jaanata he, apane soup ko khaane kaa sahi tarika he.yah taral ko thanda karne or aapako rokane main madad karata he
apane honton ko jalaane se.yah aapaki prashansa bhi dikhaata he.
hamane apni prashansa dikhaai.shlup, mere pita gaye.shlup, meri maan gai.Shloop,
shlup, mere bhai ke paas gaya, jo sabase hangaamaa tha.
ladi harpist ne aaraam karne ke liye khelnaa band kar diya.or chuppi main, hamaare
soup kii parivaar kii khapat achaanak aswabhaavik rup se jor se lag rahi thi.tumhe pataa he kaisai
yah ek chattani samudr tat par lagata he jab jowar baahar jaataa he or pani kii naaliyon se
un sabhi chote pool?ve shlope, shlup, shlup jate hai.vah lin parivaar tha,
soup khaanaa.
agali talika main ek waiter sharaab daal rahaa tha.jab ek bada shlope uske paas pahunchaa, to vah jam gaya.
bottle daalana jari rakhaa, or red wine ne tebletop or ek graahak kii god main baadh aa gai.
yahaan tak ki graahak ne pehali baar main kuch bhi notice nahin kiya, shlup, shlup dwaara bhi sammohit kiya ja rahaa he,
shloop.
yah bahut zyada tha."mujhe shauchalay jane kii jarurat he," main apane pairon par kud gaya.ek baira,
meri taatkalikta ko mahasoos karte hue, jaldi se mujhe mahilaon ke kamare main nirdeshit kiya.
maine apane jalte hue chehre par thanda pani chapaaya, or jaisaa ki maine khud ko ek kaagaj tauliya ke saath sukhaya, main
darpan main ghoorna.is sugandhit mahilaon ke kamare main, iske gulabi or chaandi ke walpaper ke saath or
marble sinc, main puri tarah se jagah se baahar dekha.main yahan kya kar rahaa tha?hamaara parivaar kya tha
lekavyuu restaraan main kar rahe hai?america main?
mahilaon ke kamare kaa darwaja khul gaya.ek mahila andar ai or mujhe utsukata se dekha.main
shauchalay ke cubicals main se ek main peeche hat gaya or daravaaje ko kund kiya.
samay biit gaya - shaayad aadha ghanta, shaayad ek ghanta.phir maine phir se darwaja kholaa, or
meri maan kii aawaaj"kya aap vahaan andar hai?aap biimaar nahin hai, kya aap hai? ”
uski aawaaj main vaastavik chintaa thi.ek ladki apane parivaar ko sirf isliye nahin chhod sakati kyonki ve ghiste hai
unka soup.iske alaava, toilet cubical main ek sthaayee nivas ke rup main kuch kamiyaan thim."main sab kuch hoon
thik he, "maine kaha, kundi ko purvavat karte hue.
maan ne mujhe yah nahin bataaya ki baaki raat kaa khaanaa kaise chalaa, or main jaananaa nahin chaahati thi.main
saptaah ke baad, main puri baat ko apane dimag ke peeche dhakelne main kaamyaab rahaa, jahaan yah kud gaya
mujhe din main keval kuch baar.ab bhi, jab main lekavyuu ke bare main sochataa hum to main garm ho jaataa hum
restaurant.</s>
<|assistant|>
phir lekavyuu restaraan main hamaara dinar aayaa.lekavyuu ek asaadhaaran pratishthan tha, jo apane parishkrut vaataavaran or uttam vyanjanon ke liye janaa jaataa tha.jaisaa ki bhojan kaksh ke chaaron ore footte hue udate hai, ham madad nahin kar sakate the, lekin jagah kii bhavyata par achambha karte hai.hedwiter, poonch main kapade pahane, ne hamen apane namit sthaan par nirdeshit kiya.naram mombatti kii roshni or ek harpist kii najuk dhunon ne hawa ko bhar diya, jisase parishkar kaa ek maahaul ban gaya.

restaraan main hamaari upasthiti hamaare fli parivaar kii haalia safalataa se prerit thi.hamaare pita ko sirf keet vyavsaay kii duniya main padonnat kiya gaya tha.unhone apni bhoomika main utkrisht pradarshan kiya tha, or unke varishton ne unki pratibha ko pahchaan liya, jisase ek pratishthit padonnati hui or hamaare saathi mackhiyon ke bich sthiti bad gai.

aamtaur par, hamaare fli parivaar ne kachare ke dibbe ko baar -baar kiya or chhod diya bache hue par daavat di.lekin yah ek vishesh avasar tha, or hamaare pita style main manaanaa chaahate the.unhone ek suruchipurna restaraan par siforeeshon ke liye apane saathi mackhiyon se poocha, or lekavyuu ko sarvasammati se suzav diya gaya tha.isliye ham vahaan the, lekavyuu main pravesh kar rahe the, hamaare chote pankhons ke saath vishaal bhojan kaksh ko nevigate karne kaa prayaas kar rahe the.

ham apni mej par bas gaye, or oversise kiye gaye menu ko hamaare saamne rakhaa gaya.vistrut prishthon ke madhyam se flip karte hue, hamane mahasoos kiya ki adhikansh vivaran hamaare liye videshi bhashaa main the.hamaare makkhi mata-pita, kabhi sansadhanpurn, ek pocket-aakaar ke shabdkosh ke saath laayaa tha.ve is par had kar rahe the, utsaah ke saath goonjte hue unhone francisi shabdon ko samajhane kaa prayaas kiya.

"pate en crout," hamaare pita ne dictionari se paraamarsh karte hue charchaa kii."paat paste he ... crout crust he ... aah, crust main ek paste!"

ant main, pita ne menu kii jatiltaaon ke liye aatmasamarpan kar diya."ham bas chaar yadrichhik vyanjan kyon nahin chunate hai?"usne prastaav kiya.

maan, kabhi satark, ne apni chintaa vyakt kii."kya aap sunishchit hai ki yah budhimaan he? maine suna he ki mackhiyon main vibhinn kshetron main ajeebogareeb aahaar sambandhi praathamiktaayen hai."

lekin pita drudh the."ek makkhi kisi bhi cheez par daavat de sakati he, chaahe uski utpatti kii parvaah kiye bina," unhone aatmavishvaas se ghoshnaa kii.

jald hi, soup ke katore hamaare saamne rakhe gaye the.mackhiyon ke rup main, ham taral bhojan ko pine main maahir the, lekin in uthle platon ne ek nai chunauti pesh kii.ham chaaron ore goonjte hue, anya dinar kii takneekon kaa avlokan karte hue.mand prakaash ne apane kaaryon ko samajhnaa mushkil bana diya, lekin ham ek yaa do chaal seekhney main kaamyaab rahe.

hamaare mata -pita ne, pashchimi shishtachar par shodh kiya, hamen nirdeshit kiya."apni plate ko jhukaaen," ve fusfusaaye, unke pankh utsaah ke saath fadafada rahe hai."yah soup ko adhik sulabh banaata he."

or isliye, hamane apni platon ko jhukaaya, apane chote makkhi ke munh ko taral jeevika main dubo diya.ghol kii awaz hawa ko bharti he, hawa ke laghu jhonke kii tarah goonjati he.

harpist kii dhunon main ek sankshipt viraam ne hamaari simphni kii simphni ko puure restaraan main gunjane kii anumati di.yah aisa tha maano mackhiyon kii gunj ne centre ke manch ko le liya ho, sabhi vartmaan kaa dhyaan aakarshith karte hue.manushyon sahit paas ke dinar, vismay or avishvaas main ghoorte the, unki ankhen ajeebogareeb drushti or dhwani par chaudee hoti thim.

hangaame ke bich, ek durbhagyapurna makkhi galati se ek waiter se takaraa gai, jo paas kii mej par sharaab daalati he.bottle par ittala de di, mezposh par crimson taral ko failaayaa or ek ansuna dinar kii god main tapakataa he.hadas ek pal ke liye kisi kaa dhyaan nahin gaya, kyonki sabhi nazren hamaare makkhi ke parivaar ke pradarshan par tay kii gai thim.

dhyaan kii tivrata ko sahan karne main asamarth, main paas ke toilet main ekant kii talash main, vivekpurna tareeke se bah gaya.apane chote chehre par thande pani ko chhinte hue, maine apni ajeebogareeb sthiti par pratibimbit kiya.yahan main ek bhavy rup se sajaae gaye toilet main ek makkhi thi, jo gulabi or chaandi ke walpaper se ghira hua tha, sinc, or anya rup se laalitya kii bhaavana thi.main is maanav-kendrit duniya main hamaari jagah par madad nahin kar saktaa, lekin lekavyuu restaraan main hamaari upasthiti ke arth ko darshata he.

darwaja khulaa ho gaya, or meri maan ne udaan bhari, uski jatil ankhen kamare ko scan karti hai."kya aap vahaan hai? kya aap aswasth hai?"vah vaastavik chintaa se gunj rahi thi.

yah mahasoos karte hue ki main ek ajeebogareeb bhojan ke anubhav ke kaaran sirf apane parivaar ko nahin chhod saktaa, maine jawaab diya, kundi ko purvavat karte hue, "main thik hum."

maan ne raat ke khaane ke baaki hisson ke vivaran main nahin bataaya, or maine unke liye press nahin kiya.agle hafton main, main us asli shaam kii smriti ko apane dimag kii gaharaai tak dhakelne main kaamyaab rahaa, keval prayek din kuch samay ke liye punarutthan karne ke liye.ab bhi, jaisaa ki main chaaron ore charchaa karata hum, lekavyuu restaraan ke samaran par sharmindagi ke saath meraa chota makkhi sharir kaanpata he.</s>
