Coffee Day - A lot can happen over coffee.

Sunday - You are unusually lonely. Also you realize that you are too alone. Somewhere in the back of your mind, lines by Gulzar (in Marasim) are seeping through.

Ek purana mausam lauta, yaad bhari purvayee bhi!
Aisa to kam hi hota hai, woh bhi ho tanhayee bhi!!

Saturday night you tried sleeping but till Sunday morning you could not. Finally when you wake up in the Noon, you find your head too heavy and yourself too cynic. You don’t like a thing about this world. You hate everything, everyone.

Now you try a couple of phone calls to find a way to escape this morose and grim picture that is evidently bothering you. Nothing helps really - his voice, her voice. Things are boring. Things are too fucked up. The world is fuckin’ mad. You really don’t know what to do. Disprin might help but you decide against it. Long back and then quite often someone tells you that you are addicted to it. So you won't dissolve that pill into you again.

It’s seven in the evening. It’s dark now. You have not switched any light as you don’t want to see anything bright today. But you need to make a move. You very well know that these days you are not having your dinner properly. You then gather all your energy and think of a place which can bring you to peace. You don't know what lies ahead. You don’t know your destination, His conspiracy and your fate. Somewhere you are missing something – may be her, now that she is an integral part of your life.

Coffee Day – A lot can happen over coffee. You just land there for a hunt – to please yourself with your favorite beverage, its smell and the ambience of the place. You don’t know even before you have stepped in – your heart is pounding so hard. Why? You really don't know.

As and when you enter, you see this lovely lassie, absolute beauty - pretty much known to you. Dressed in a casual jeans and T-shirt, she looks awesome. You have seen her often and just before coming to this place - deep down inside you - you probably believed that you would see her. Yes!!! The universe was conspiring. Then and there - there is a sudden mood swing.

Yaad nahin kya kya dekha tha, saare manjar bhool gaye!
Uski galiyon se jab laute, apna bhi ghar bhool gaye!! - Saher (Nazeer)

You find a place for yourself – comfortable couch. You order a hot Mocha for yourself. She on the other hand is holding a cold variant – Frappe, I believe.

You sip through your drink and would occasionally steal a glimpse of her. And occasionally the eyes would meet. There is not much of a resistance as is evident from her expressive, dark eyes. You don't want to miss a thing. But, you are done - your coffee mug is empty. So are you. You order another coffee – black coffee aka Caffeine kick. The next moment you are drunk.

You sense the kicks. The goblet of her eyes won’t let you move. You are stuck and you are still. In ten minutes time she stood up and moved towards you. “Hi! Do you live near by? “, She questioned. “Not really. But I love coffee. I love watching people around sometimes”, you answer. A formal conversation of a minute follows and then she fades away into the darkness – leaving behind her aroma. You are nailed. You are crucified. A discrete moment of eternal joy is what you have to cherish about the next day and everyday from then on.

PS: She was not alone.