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I went for lunch

It is an ordinary Saturday morning in Trinidad. It is fifteen minutes before I change and head out for lunch. Today is not so hot which is welcomed. It gets cooler and colder at the end of the year and into the new year in Trinidad. Sometimes these seemingly simple moments in our lives can make great stories. I am a writer. I am always looking for a good story. It is the beginning of the month and I have some extra money so I can afford to buy out food. My choice for lunch today is dhal, rice and curry duck with some pepper sauce that they said they make fresh every day. I will wash down my feast with half of diet coke.

On my way back I will stop for bananas. My mom loves fruits and specifically bananas. Then there is the cafe in my village that sells samosas and cakes and has the book shelf where I can take free books to read. In that cafe there is a table made from an old foot peddle sewing machine stand. I also want to try my luck with a scratch ticket. I feel lucky today. The lotto booth is located in the rum shop. I do not drink alcohol but it is worth noting that there are four rum shops and four lotto booths in my vicinity. It is like a little Las Vegas or something except there are four masjids I can walk to.

I set off on my lunch time sojourn. Two white garlins flew away from inside the big drain. The sound of construction echoed through the quiet back road. Shortly after a car sped by playing a Rasika Dindial chutney tune. I turn unto the road that takes me to the main road. It was mostly quiet. Some households seemed to be resting while others were busy with weekend chores. The hustle and bustle of cars on the main road contrasted with the quiet I had left. The old man who cleans the masjid rides his bicycle slowly past me.

I was too early and the food shop was not ready with the curry duck. I had to settle for stew chicken dhal puri roti. For twenty five dollars this is good value for money. My mom and I would share half each. I arrived back at home soaking in sweat. I ate my lunch and changed my shirt and escaped to the air conditioned room to continue where I had left off with my blog post. Not a bad day so far. I just checked the football score and my team of Manchester City are winning their football game with three goals. I liked how this blog post came out and my goal now is to write more like these.

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