My Boss whom you’ve met earlier and whom you know as Mr. Enigmatic at first glance has nothing to do with Brownies. For the uninitiated Brownies are the accidental invention of a lady who forgot to add a crucial ingredient to a cake that she was baking and the resulting flat bread instead of getting chucked into the bin got a solid drizzling with chocolate sauce and was served in the lady’s best china.
From such humble beginnings the brownie has traveled all the way to Delhi and is now served in a softer, walnut covered avatar at the Café Coffee Day outlets for 30 bucks a plastic wrapped piece. Eaten early in the morning it proves to be the best pick me up and gives yours truly the much needed strength to get through the better part of the day.
The thing is that the little bit of chocolate indulgence has turned into a sort of inverse indicator of Mr. Enigmatic’s moods. The days that the brownie is too sweet, Mr. E turns out to have a bad case of grumpiness in general, when my morning brownie is completely covered with nuts, Mr. E seems to be as calm and unruffled as a lake on a peaceful summer evening and the days when the Brownie is downright disgusting and inedible, Mr. E is at his jovial best.
I sometimes think that god has written my life in such a way that the only way that I can live it is by achieving that predefined balance that he’s set out for me. In this perpetual balancing act things that have absolutely no bearing on each other seem to develop inextricably linked bonds of steel that are seldom broken except by the absence of one or the other variable.
On the days when the Brownie is unavailable, Mr. E becomes my best friend and on the days that Mr. E is absent? Well, that hasn’t happened yet, when it does I’ll tell you too. But for now, I have an appointment with a cottage cheese and tomato sandwich that’s waiting for me in the bottom left hand drawer.
Bon appetit!
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