Indian butter chicken fried noodles

Chicken second courses

The universe is such a wondrous thing. I remember on such a May day when the whole of Jakarta was shrouded in heat and the entire of Jakarta conspired against me, I rushed through the empty lobby of my office building hunting down for a cup of coffee. As soon as I stepped into the coffee shop, warm familiar smiles of barista greeted me. Found out that this place not as empty as the lobby. There is my Far East Prince standing in line, waiting for his coffee. He drinks Americano without sugar, while I go for my usual hot caramel macchiato. He wore a sleek black shirt with khaki trouser…not royal robe, and no sword in his hands…only a cell phone. That’s how we met. Real life isn’t glamorous, my story doesn’t end up happily ever after like a Cinderella story. He comes, he goes and it seems natural. We are free human, we belong to this earth, to this temporal world. We do not belong to each other and we are too young to settle. I just need to settle my mind and back to my old rhythm. Make love affair with food instead man it is my nature. …