bas 3 din -- 27th aur Guru ji ki jayanti

I lived in Indiranagar near the Flyover for a year or so from 2005 December... tab hum ek Punjabi dhabe pe jate the, 80 feet road pe. It has been ages I have seen the place.
Last wednesday I went there with someone who had a very short term work on 80ft road.
While returning, as soon as we hit the flyover I rememberd that we could actually have an early dinner at the dhaba - it had been ages anyways.
So we had to turn around the large big Scorpio and really struggle to get back in the big vehicle amongst the traffic at peak hour, just to find that the dhaba was closed. I was pretty surprised coz amongst the months that I lived there I had never seen it closed.
Saw the manager, eventually a Punjabi (not that i counted him among any sardars) and we spoke to him. He was very happy to see me and spoke of all the family matters as always and finally came to the point to say that they had closed for just that day due to maintenance work. As i turned to the car I asked him when all is the dhaba closed. He quiclky replied, "kabhi nahin madam, saal mein bas teen din - ek to 27 tareekh ko aur Guru ji ki jayanti par."
I asked him again, "kaun kaun se din?"
He respectfully, faithfully, dedicatedly repeated his reply.

I have still not been able to figure out the third day.

Me

Am so very tempted every next minute to say, 'he spoiled my days, weeks, mind, soul.. and finally, he failed me" and all the more..

But I try to control and say to myself, "I wish I had never met him, and once i did, I wish I hadn't invested my emotions in him - something I had restrained all my life. And once I did that, I wish i could control my emotions to the least of its extents and stop thinking about him."
I have never had a good memory, but this time I failed to keep it as bad.

I failed myself.