He was thrilled. He had managed to find a spot in a secluded corner. Amidst the crowd. Just in time. Away from the din and noise. He paused for a moment in front of the banana leaf. And then sat down, cross-legged. It was more comfortable that way. It was time to sample the feast. He eyed the spread slowly, taking in all the items one at a time - the rice, the sambhar, and the curries. And yes, there was his favourite pickle. He let the aromatic flavours tease his senses briefly; and then began feasting.

The fare was delightful. The rice - well cooked. The sambhar - to die for! The curries - tingling the taste buds! The papad – crispy all right. The kheer - just heavenly! Satiated, he patted his well-rounded stomach with a smug smile; and banished thoughts of a second helping with a soft belch. That was the most fantastic feast he had had in the past few months. Satisfied, he rose to leave. It would be a while before he felt hungry again. Until then, the next garbage bin would simply have to wait.