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Hi, I'm Kamala Venkatesh currently in an intense situation, so take that as an excuse for the poor introduction. My mouth is stuffed with more than two bowls of sweets which my mother believes brings good luck before travelling. ' Good luck'  aside, I'm positive about feeling nauseatic in my long drive, for sure.  "Kamala's father, is there space for three more bags in there? I haven't packed food for Kamala yet. The poor girl shall not need to kill her hunger in the drive or after." "Of course there is! pack five instead of three" And those, are my parents, who're presuming me to eat five handbags full of food like a hungry bear on my way to a family friend's place. I've learnt by now that a vanilla plain "no" doesn't work for refusal according to them. So after a near-violent " NO " we managed to settle for three bags of food, four bags of clothes and five bottles of cold drinks...for a one-day t...

"Two cups of coffee, please" I placed my order before I acknowledged Sean.  "Three, not two" Sean, my friend, is a total foodie too. You see, we acknowledge the waiter before the person we came to meet at restaurants. "Why three?"  He looked down slyly. I knew what that meant. "No please, not again! You cannot have patients visiting you in the middle of a meal!"  "There's an emergency, you know..." "Yeah, right" I couldn't help an eye roll. "Ryan, buddy. I'll keep it short. I'll just listen to her case and that'll be it!" That was a cliché now, but I nodded.  A tall, dark woman entered with the restless aura, she retained. Her hair was a mess and her eyes looked sleepy. Her overall body language didn't mention confidence anywhere. She ran over (literally) the waiter and the plates in his hands made a memorable graffiti on the floor.  "There she is" You wouldn't need to be graduat...