A and B sat down opposite me and C sat down next to me on the train. The men started discussing the Australian Open and the girl put in a comment or two. I found A and B had American accents while C had an Indian accent. I was feeling drowsy, when I heard Mr. C say something like:
"Come to my apartment. I'll treat you to sundaes."
I was mildly surprised. The temperature had risen about ten degrees above zero during the day, but it was hardly a suitable weather for enjoying sundaes instead of hot coffee in the evening. However, A and B had heard C correctly. The conversation that followed was something like this:
B: "Sandesh? Oh, A loves sandesh."
A: "Yeah! I do."
B: "Did you bring them from home this time?"
C: "Yes. I brought them and kept in my fridge."
B: "Didn't you bring rosogollas? I like them sometimes."
C: "I like them too, but couldn't carry them in my luggage."
I was mildly amused and was smiling to myself looking in the other direction.
A: "Yeah, I like rosogollas, and also jilipis."
C: "Oh you do? Jilipis are very nice."
A: "And how do you say it... taal... taalmisri!"
C: "Yes yes!"
A: "Yeah. I love that a lot."
B: "You guys like a lot of mishti? I find they are too sweet for me usually."
C: "Well, not all sweets are that sweet. Have you heard the name kanchagolla?"
I felt like hitting him on the head and robbing his flat. What kind of decency was this, discussing all kinds of sweets in front of a hungry Bengali?
A & B: "Yeah!"
C: "They are not that sweet."
As the train approached Newport, Mr. C got ready to leave. "Aren't any of you coming with me?" He sounded disappointed. The others declined. Ms. A was very hungry and needed to eat her dinner. Mr. B was with her I guess.
B: "We can go to Jackson Heights for lunch sometime. Maybe we can have some kachchi biryani."
A: "And paani puris."
I wanted to say, "Will you take me to your apartment? I can eat all your sandesh if you want." However, I suspected he would not be willing to share his mishti with a total stranger. So I kept quiet.
C left at Newport and the other two at Exchange Place. I continued on my journey, hungrier than before. It was only six o'clock. There were still a few hours before dinner.