How some words stick in your head and bring back random memories!
There was this lady who sat across my seat at COSL - she was quite loud and on the phone quit often – and she would speak in Kannada and keep saying “houda (pause) houda” … - best part was – she would call up the restaurant @SEEPZ at noon and ask them what was on their menu – each day without fail – she would listen to the entire menu and eventually order an orange juice – like clockwork!
Each time I hear “houda” all those memories zip by my head and I cannot but help smile! – I know … “houda”! (FYI – houda means “is that so”)