I stood across the street, staring at the beauty that will soon come to an end.
The painting on the wall is now dirty, pealed on some parts. It looked different from the picture of when it was first erected.
That's not the beauty I talk about though. It's the beauty of the memories here.
I crossed the road to join the long queue of people on the side walk. Everyone is here for the same reason.
*"Emma! You are finally here."* Rose waved at me from the front of the queue.
I waved back in excitement.
I remembered when Rose got saved by *"Rajvir daily"* She was eating on Credit for a whole month When she lost her Job.
Rajvir never complained, he will only part her on the back and say "All will be well" with his accent.
*Rajvir daily* was more than a restaurant to the neighborhood. Everyone had a story tell.
Rajvir had once lend me money to pay my rent when the landlord almost evicted me. I still wonder how he got to know about that.
*Rajvir daily* is serving it's last meal to it customers. And everyone is here for the final hoorah.
We will miss Rajvir, his words of encouragement and his comforting meals. We will miss Rajvir daily.
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Prompt: the last meal
Picture source: Pixabay
The 5 minutes daily freewrites prompt, courtesy of @freewritehouse @mariannewest
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