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STORY 5: COFFEE

Hello folks!

Today's story is a special story. There are times when I feel an urge to write to just lift up my mood. This is that kind of story. You can call this a self love story. Hopefully, this will give a freshness to your soul. 

Happy reading ♥️


THE STORY ...


Before leaving, I had double checked up on myself in the mirror. My dress was fine. I had carefully applied the kajal. Also the lipstick shade was okay. I am not a pro at these makeup things but I guess, I was up to the mark (hopefully).

I was still not sure.
Do I really want this?
I have been away from this person for so long that now I don't feel acquainted with this person. So technically, you can say we are strangers now. And I am so reckless with strangers that I am confident, this meeting is going to be a disaster. But then everything around me these days, is almost a disaster. I am absolutely ready for one more.

I checked my phone. 10:30 AM. I am not late. I could feel the dampness on my forehead. Partially due to the sun over my head and partially due to the nervousness. I could actually feel the gaze of every passer by. I should stop overthinking.
A few steps more and I'll be there. 
God save me please.

STORY 5: COFFEE

The Bunny Cafe Shop.
I had conferred with myself for a whole long night before choosing this place for the day. My friends had suggested many fancy places but I wanted this to be quite simple. I wanted to do this in my way.

A giant gentleman opened the glass door for me. His moustaches reminded me of  Wing Commander Abhinandan Varthaman and that added more to my miserable condition. My feet felt heavy. I crossed the aisle and went to the table farthest from the crowded spot. Yes, this is the right table. I placed my phone and bag, sat with a relieved sigh and wept the sweat with the tissue paper.

Soon (much sooner than expected) the barista came to take the order.

"What would you like, ma'am?
I need an extra moment, please! 
But instead I said, "Two large brewed coffee, please."

"Would you like it hot or iced, ma'am?
Argh!! "Hot, please."

"Err, are you expecting someone, ma'am or both for you?"
Common man! Seriously? I wanted to slap his face, am I allowed to do it without being evicted from this coffee shop!!

I rolled my eyes.
"Of course, both for me."

I wish, I had said it rather screaming it because a woman who was sitting two tables away, glared at me. The barista also disappeared into thin air. I took out my earphones from bag, plugged them in my phone and played my favourite playlist. After so long, I am going to have my cuppa coffee listening my favourite song, talking my things, with ME.

*******
PS. We all have become someone or something that we are actually not. We all have reached where we don't belong to. We need to discover ourselves.
We need to come home.

" मुझसे मिलने को आप आए हैं,
बैठिए, मैं बुला कर लाता हूँ। "

- जौन एलिया

*****



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