of coffee and vadais

I was sitting on the bus this morning, heading to class,and found myself reminiscing about my summer...and this was one of the few memories that will always,always stick!


It was a grey afternoon, and there was a deluge in Petaling Jaya.It was the day I was heading back to Glasgow, and my mum and me had just finished some errands. My dad and my brother came to meet us and we swapped partners, with my brother and mum heading off to go get groceries and get my brother's hair cut,whilst my dad and I went in the opposite direction to collect laundry. On our way to the laundrematte, my dad and I stopped by Raju's restaurant in Jalan Chantek ( for those of you who know PJ/KL, you know where I'm talking about).
They serve amazing ayam goreng (fried chicken) and roti canai aww man.... so yeah back to the point....we had coffee, vadais and curry puffs. Being quite tired after all the running about with last minute bits and bobs to tie up, the chat was at its minimal....besides that,the fact that I was already feeling pretty miserable at the prospect of leaving home that night..... was just adding fuel to the fire!
But nevertheless, as we sat there in this open air hot-favourite amongst us locals, with the rain setting a very damp yet cozy background and piping hot coffee clasped in hands.... I thought to myself, "This is nice, so very very nice!! Me and my dad."
It was perfect...the quiet between the two of us was sublime. Its one of those moments where words would've just exponentially diminished the beauty of that afternoon...between my father and me.