A decade old truth

It was raining that evening. The on-going unassuming drizzle-ish rain that doesn’t ask for your attention and just let’s you be.
She always considered their friendship akin to this light rain.
Comfortable. Silent. Soothing.
They were sitting in the balcony.
Pack of smokes done with.
It was day 3 of the smoke- marathon.
It seemed something was on his mind. She didn’t ask. She never did.
She liked the silence.

“We have been friends for a real long time”
“Yup.”
“Did you know I fell in love with you?”
“Ofcourse you did.”
“I’m serious.”
“Ofcourse you are. I also love you. You have been there for me always.”
“You aren’t getting it. I really am in love with you.”
“You are married. you have two kids”
“Yes. And I do love my wife too. But I love you too”

Rain grew a bit heavy. Accompanied by lightening.

She heard him. If that means that the sound waves entered her brain via her ears.
She knew what it meant.
But she didn’t really get it. She thought married men were safe.

Taking her silence for… don’t really know what, her continued unloading himself of this secret that he has been carrying for all these years.
How he thinks about her.

He doesn’t love me. He just thinks he does. Silly man. He is protective about me. That’s it.
Thinking it is all figured out, she calmed down and let him vent.
Half the time she was not even listening.

Rain wasn’t heavy anymore but it was noticable now. Wind was blowing the rain in the balcony now.
She didn’t like it. She didn’t move.

“I used to delete our messages and call logs time to time. Didn’t want her to see them and think something else.”
“Why there was nothing wrong in them. I never felt anything for you so.. nothing.”
“Yes I know but still. I didn’t want her to worry”

Somewhere in the back of her head, a niggling thought started pushing through.
He stopped talking. There was silence.
She didn’t like it.

She asked him to leave. He did.
She felt icky. Like your feet would feel in a shoe drenched in dirty water from a puddle.
She thought back to all those years of friendship and long conversations sharing wine in a parking lot.
With the filter of realities unveiled tonight, it all looked very different.
she didn’t like it.
Like she didn’t like the rain also anymore.

 

Over A Cup Of Coffee

I don’t know how I missed it earlier. Maybe coz I was an avid coffee aficionado earlier- too engrossed in my hot cuppa to notice people around me. But yesterday while idlly sipping a cup of coffee last eve with a friend I noticed the varied section of audience that a coffee shop like Barista or Cafe Coffee Day n all cater to. These are the ones I noticed yesterday evening.

1. Ones who need a room- desperately
I mean seriously man…I have read the coffee is a great aphrodisiac but it surely can’t be that strong that you need to explore the deep end of your partner’s throat right in the coffee shop.

2. The Shopping Spree Aunties
They’ll be hogging one of the couches in the coffee shop (if not that, they’ll be sitting on the table right towards the exit) surrounded with atleast a dozen of shopping bags between them. Sipping on decaf coffee with slim milk, they’ll be reminiscing on the best deals they grabbed.

3. Meet the bride
This is a relatively newer segment that has hopped on the coffee shop wagon. While previously the arranged marriage meeting used to be at home over a cup of tea (that still happens though- read it here), the more so called modern people now prefer to meet on a neutral ground over a cup of coffee. It is as easy as a neon light mark to spot these people. Usually a group of minimum 6 people (average 8), half of them would be there early and other half would come later. The girl is a little too decked up and too quiet for a coffee shop environment. They’ll sit in one corner and usually have to join couple of tables to accomodate everyone.

4. The Workoholics
These ones either don’t have an office or are hogging the free wifi. They will have big cup of coffee with them and their face so bent on their iPAD or laptop screen that you fear onset of spondylitis for them.

5. The ‘cool’ bunch of college kids
Aah Nostalgia striketh. Average group of about 6, they will be the noisiest group sitting in the center. Number of coffee cups would usually be lesser than number of people sitting. The sole objective of sitting in the coffee shop is to plan the next destination- rather noisily

6. The Content Reader
They love coffee and they love solitude. One cup of nice coffee, a quiet corner and a good book. Unfortunately due to above mentioned elements, noise comes part of package. Though good at loosing themselves in the book at hand, you would see them glance at the noisiest bunch at times.

7. The Amused Observer
Yup, that’s yours truely. Sitting in the coffee shop coz my friend craved for a cup. Enjoying the conversation as much as the observations around me. A good coffee is part of the package but not something that holds complete attention. Coffee might not bring me to a coffee shop but the people- always will.

 

Did I miss anyone?

Coffee

World passed by, as I saw it over steam of my coffee

 

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