Hello everyone! How are you? Most of the people in my country are not well and I am one of them. We are going through a critical situation. So, to get some breathing air, I want to remember the last Friday when I enjoyed myself.
It was 5th of July. I had a job exam on that day. It was raining and I did not feel like attending the exam. So, I did not sit for the exam. In the morning, my brother and I wasted time doing absolutely nothing. In the afternoon, he proposed, let us go out for recreation.
At around 4:30 p.m., we dressed up and started our journey towards my brother's father-in-law's house, where his wife and child were. From there we picked them up and went to a restaurant where my brother heard the pasta was good.
The inside of the restaurant was cozy, it was on the side of a road. After placing the order, they told us it would take almost 45 minutes to be prepared. So, everyone was taking pictures.
My brother likes to take pictures of himself as well as other things. So, he had taken several pics of himself as well as his daughter. Don't they look awesome? Like father like son oh sorry daughter.
Still, there was some time left for the food to arrive. So, my brother did what he does best, taking pictures of everything!
Then at last the food started arriving! First arrived the sauce 😅. Then the burger my niece wanted. (Don't judge it, foods in my country do not like aesthetics yet and we were in a suburban place.) It was below par even to the quality of my country.
Then came the pasta we were waiting for! Looked amazing! Even tested nice! It was the chef's special pasta that we ordered.
There was more than enough cheese. You can see the thickness of the cheese in the cheese pull shot.
The one thing that poked me, was the pasta sauce was on the thinner side, I would have liked it more if it was a little thicker.
If we take into consideration its price, it was more than enough to compensate the price.
After the kind of disheartening experience of the chicken lollipop, we decided to try another pasta. As we ordered a different pasta, we hoped to taste something different. But guess what? It was exactly the same! As if they served the same pasta under a different name.
After finishing it, we dropped off my brother's wife and my niece at her father's home, and we brothers returned to our den.
It was an enjoyable afternoon. We had no tension, no sounds of gunshots or sound grenades, no smokes of fire to fend off tear gas! When I started writing the post, it was Friday near about midnight, now it is Saturday.
After all, we saw in an independent country, we cannot get rid of the trauma the July caused us. We are still in July. It was 2nd August July the 33rd when the security forces attacked my university! This bloody July is not going to end till we see through it!
Keep us in your prayers. Hope for better lives for everyone.
