from the pros Shri Krishna eating house write a letter to your friend expressing how you felt when the WATCHMAKER HELPED U IN YOUR DIFFICULT TIMES
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The Sri Krishna Eating House was the meanest and shabbiest restaurant Hari had ever
seen; even in Thul, there were cafes that were more pleasant; usually wooden shacks
built in the shade of a mango or frangipani tree, with a handful of marigolds and hibiscus
crammed into an old ink bottle for a vase, colored bottles of aerated drinks attractively
arranged on the shelves, and possibly a bright picture of a god or goddess on the wall
with a tinsel garland around the frame and heavily scented joss sticks burning before it.
But this eating house did not have even so much as a colored picture of Krishna glued
on the wall. Or perhaps, there had been one and it had disappeared under the layers of
grime and soot with which the walls were coated. The ceiling was thick with cobwebs
that trapped the soot and made a kind of furry blanket over one’s head. The floor and
the wooden tables were all black, too, since they all got an even share of soot from the
open stoves in the back room where the lentils were cooked all day in a huge aluminium
pan and the chapattis were rolled by hand and baked.
It was certainly the cheapest restaurant anyone could possibly find in Mumbai – even a
beggar could afford to buy himself a meal here, and the usual customers were beggars
and coolies who had stopped in between carrying their loads – sacks of coal and
cylinders of gas –and cart-pullers who dragged goods through the city on long wooden
hand-drawn carts. These people seemed to have no fixed working hours – before
daylight, there were some waiting for a meal – who were given the leftovers of the night
before, and the last came in after midnight, when the whole city seemed to collapse into
exhausted, disturbed sleep. So, of course, the owner had no time to sweep or clean his
restaurant or the money to decorate it with pictures and flowers.