Railway Station Omelette

Do minute.

Train ke liye.

Omelette ke liye bhi.

Yeh deal pehle se tay thi.

Kisi ne likhi nahi.

Bas pata thi.

Tawa pehle se garam tha.

Subah se hai.

Kitne orders ho chuke hain pata nahi.

Surface thoda kala.

Seasoned properly.

Ghar ke non-stick se alag.

Makhan ek taraf se pighalna shuru.

Anda toot gaya.

Mirchi pehle.

Woh hamesha pehle jaati hai.

Phir anda.

Phir namak upar se itna fast jaise measure karne ka waqt hi nahi tha.

Kyunki nahi tha.

Haath ek kaam karta raha.

Aankhein doosri taraf.

Kisi aur ka order sun raha tha.

Ya nahi sun raha tha.

Fark nahi padta tha.

Haath jaanta tha kya karna hai.

Flip.

Clean.

Bread seedha tawa pe.

Daba diya.

Butter corner se jalne laga.

Wahi sahi moment hota hai.

Uss se pehle nahi.

Uss ke baad nahi.

"Bhai."

"Ho raha hai."

Train ka horn.

Pehla nahi.

Doosra.

Paper plate.

Half cut.

Ketchup ek taraf.

Straight line nahi thi.

Par kaafi thi.

Platform pe hi pehla bite.

Andar gaye toh doosra.

Seat pe baithe toh teesra.

Window se bahar dekhte hue chautha.

Station dheere dheere peeche hota gaya.

Bheed kam hoti gayi.

Platform ka woh corner - tawa, smoke, woh haath -

dikh nahi raha tha ab.

Steam abhi bhi plate mein thi.

Ghar pe yeh omelette nahi banti.

Sab cheez available hai - anda, mirchi, namak, bread.

Par woh tawa nahi hota.

Woh kala seasoned tawa jo subah se chal raha tha.

Woh haath nahi hota jo bina dekhe jaanta tha.

Aur woh do minute nahi hote.