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It was a heavy rain outside at an unusual month, May. The time is about 6.30 pm in the evening. The always busy road was unusually empty on that time but the noisy sound of pattering rain and the occasional sound of the thunderstorm were nowhere be heard in that bustling kitchen.
"Chef, two more fried rice," the waiter loudly said that to the head chef who is giving the finishing touches to the Masala Dosa.
His eyes gazed around to find the perfect person to do this order and his gaze stuck on a girl.
"Sathya, you do the order," he told and that bought her back from her thoughts. Thoughts about something that could bring nothing except happiness.
She nodded her head weakly as yes and washing her hands she headed to her place. She placed the pan on the stove and raised it to a high flame. Putting all the ingredients at a time she started tossing it perfectly and soon the smell filled everyone's nostrils. It took just five minutes for her to prepare and serve it on the clean white plates and with some added special decorations she carried the plates to the chef who is standing before them and checking out today's bills.
He nodded his head looking at the plates and pressed the bell to serve. With the small satisfied smile dancing on her lips Sathya again went back to chop the vegetables.
Cooking, it might be a simple task for some people, but for Sathya that gives huge happiness. She always feels happy that her passion and profession happened to be the same thing.
Before getting into her thoughts her conscience patted her by giving a feeling of an eye on her she raised her head up. Her senior cook Karthik looked at her sideways but when Sathya saw him, he immediately shifted his gaze.
"Sathya, get that soya sauce bottle," Bhuvan asked and she went to the pantry room to get it, giving that to him, another few orders lined to her. Today due to this rain the customers were less or else they don't even have time to breathe.
SS spices, the famous Indian restaurant located in the modern part of Chennai where Sathya was working for the past one year.
It was her luck she landed on this job and that's what she thinks whenever she reminds about the time she was unemployed and hopeless.
After a long search, she finally found there is a vacancy in this hotel. She was not confident at all when she came for the interview, her Head cook and the owner of this restaurant Velayudham was the one who conducted the interview, it is a miracle where all her stars helped her to cook better than anyone else who participated on that day, when she was jobless she felt useless at each time she got rejected for reasons like using gender, her petite appearance and so on, she even regretted taking this profession but anyhow, somewhere her silent prayers were heard by the almighty and now she is earning a sum of money for herself and also to support her parents.
Sathya was a silent, gentle and more like a reality type. She speaks a little to everyone even to her parents she won't tell what she really wants to say. People from outside may tend to think she is a very depressing person as their first impression on her. But when they get close to her they can understand she is indeed a quiet in nature. Even she is too angry or even she is too happy only a small smile will be her expression.
Having no close friends, siblings or anyone who she can rely on to support she looked after herself with her minimum knowledge about the outside society.
Survival of the fittest will be an apt slogan for her life. Having no knowledge about Chennai she came here to study and stayed here even though she didn't get any proper job, and did part-time jobs to support her deceased father and pitiful mother. Being born and bought up in a lower-middle-class family even her small, small dreams were attained with much struggle. Grown in this kind of environment were one of the reasons why Sathya was an introvert, a gloomy person.
She has all that inferiority complex like she is too plain, poor, normal and has no special talent than cooking just made her feel low so that she tries to hide among the thousands of people who she considers that they are better than her.
But she decided her life should never be a sad melodrama and she doesn't want to open up her struggle to anyone, since either they will pity her or take advantage of her situation so she remained like she is all good and fine.
In her passive, boring and struggling life she never thought she will get married at this young age of twenty-four. She never had time to think about the opposite gender when she was too much striving to get proper food for every day. But how did this happened was something unbelievable for her.
"Is your husband coming here to pick you," Bhuvan asked when Sathya was washing their used pans.
"I don't know, I haven't checked my phone," she smiled and looked down.
"Anna, sorry I couldn't invite you for my wedding. I never thought it will happen all of a sudden," she apologized to him since Bhuvan was more like a brother figure to her, he is very supportive when she joined in here. He is married and has a two-year-old kid. Karthik also helpful but Sathya avoided him since he is not like Bhuvan; his perspective of seeing her is not like a sister or friend, she feels it is different but she is not sure whether he is having feelings for her, even if he does then she can't do anything about it right now.
"Morning I couldn't ask this, what is your husband doing?" He questioned.
"He is an engineer," she replied. Since last Friday only she got married and today Monday she is here for work, that's very unusual for everyone even to her.
The morning when she said that she is going for work, her husband didn't say anything and dropped her on the station. With no goodbyes, he just went to his work. Is that Unusual? She thought and came to the hotel.
"Where he is working?" He asked the most difficult question, she even prayed god that no one should ask this until she knows the answer.
"Uh... He is working in a company, I forgot the name," she gave an apologetic smile.
"Oh," he smiled.
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