Thai High

I could feel my head lighter… Captain Morgan + Coke was definitely working. The ice-cubes in my glass were singing a song of intoxication along with the slice of lemon as I took another sip. I knew I was high… I looked at Aum sleeping peacefully in his pram and the chimes in my brain tingled to the winds of freedom…

I wanted to jump and do the dance of victory… But I composed my extreme happiness in that blissful Thai environment…

Husband was sitting right across the table. His face lit with the rays of a red candle romantically placed in the centre of the table. It was about a year since we last had such a dinner. It was in Abu Dhabi, Intercontinental, in our favourite Italian restaurant. That was our last date before the arrival of our monster and this was our first after the arrival.

The walls of the restaurant were red. The lighting was perfectly dim to vanish post-pregnancy blemishes of my cheeks and make me look as fresh as a peach... There were thai mermaids and hawk bodied, ornate ladies carved in wood; serenely watching over husband and me from the mural… It was a dream!!!

A dainty young ‘Thai’ girl in beautifully woven ‘Thai’ dress came to us with her ‘Thai’ menu. Husband did the thinking and I did the leching. Her tummy was enviously flat; figure as slender as Indian snake-gourd and skin as translucent as Bajirao Mastani…

Well for those who do not know about Mastani; she was the Cleopatra of India…(digging into the books of Indian history) Peshwa chronicles say that when Mastani ate beetle leaf (Paan), its juice could be seen traveling down her throat in a crimson line.

So that is how enticing my evening was… For a second I felt lesbian strikes fly through my head… But a glance at husband’s candle lit face; straighten my thoughts. Also, watching the product of our love, sleeping happily in his pram, parked beside our table helped…

Apart from all the beauty that lingered around, I think the food bagged top prize…

Snake-gourd woman arranged our plates and cutlery of 'Brass'… I know! Even I was at complete awe. Like seriously! Who serves in Brass plates nowadays??? And that too in London!!!

Well… then she floated gracefully to our table with a wok of green thai curry warmed with a tea light candle, a fancy porcelain bowl of rice and a platter of grilled prawns. She looked like an angel sent from Thailand to the UK just to pamper down trodden like us. That paragon of virtue also served us rice. And right then I knew; I was in the Shangri-la of London…

The food was pure heaven. Grilled prawns were tingly spicy and the curry was smoothly orgasmic… Husband and me shamelessly moaned as we mouthed every spoon of that Thai cuisine. After all we deserved it!

Anyways under the spell of hypnosis, I completely forgot to check the name of the restaurant. If interested, it is bang outside Cutty Sark DLR station. A definite ‘No Miss’…