16 September, 2010

beside the cold breeze cups of coffee - Part 1

This is a series of love.
~ For I don’t hate-love-story!

We cannot meet today” She got the SMS.
She wasn’t that upset thinking that at least he responded back so promptly.
For some usual unknown weird reason, She is just bound to pleasure with the bonded rapturous thoughts.
Little things sometimes make her so happy and contented. No more utter feeling blue, no more struggling on simple things! Indeed a beautiful revolutionize she see and she feel in thyself in this typical purple weather.

She picked up her bag and came out of her office. Running and crossing the busy road of the city. While crossing road nothing could divert her concentration. Though, today is definitely different.
Throbbing life and she arch up in memories, away from the city intensity,she is held happily helpless! Actually he and his thoughts were running through the wires of her mind all the time.

Got frostbite on the tip of her nose yet the blue cold winter weather suddenly turned into pink soft feather breeze. Yet the strange joy thinking about him keeps her alive all the while. She stood at the bus-stand waiting for the bus, and having him on her mind with fading lonliness!

Wrapped an red satin scarf around her neck, and earphones with her melody live under the scarf tuck into ears, completely packed in bundled of winter jackets and her gloves binding her fingers, and she is ready to combat with melancholy.

Despite all of those layers, it is actually his thoughts that keep her warm all the time. She truly believe that he is the world’s most warmhearted person she have ever met in her life. And the way they both love coffee is just so perfect little sweet thing for both of them to feel delighted.

She wondered, if he had come today, they would have gone to our favorite café, sat around and warmed up with the aroma of coffee and our mingling random thoughts. She had so many strings of things to share with him.

Staring out into the foggy street with smoky eyes, watching the world become a chaos in the evening but her mind still at quiet silent zone, composed in the conversation we used to have, colourful and collected with the dialogue she is sharing with thyself imagining as if talking to him. Either something is wrong with her or everything is just perfect around!

She didn’t realize that she was having a slight curve on her lips glued.

She observed that her smile was constantly ogled by some people standing around. Perhaps being a bit conscious she tried holding back her sweet smirk reaching her eyes however extra sweet fleeting joyous feeling reflection on face were simply impossible to ignore.

While, “Happiness is sure a state of mind”, she reflected upon and when one is really happy it naturally reveals and attracts all fine and wide spread dangerous grin around.

She was seeking nothing from external stimulus to get refreshed. She just seized thyself to summon a thought of bliss in the blue weather to get revitalized.
Her rosy cheeks and red nose enfolds the magnificence of the season.

There is no road to happiness. Happiness is the way." She remembered the Buddha quote watching the chaos on the streets.
Indeed a busy road…and further fast moving vehicles, hardly matched with the string of her thoughts which synthesize sweet memories stepping up in so soothingly supporting blend of the curve on lips and bliss in mind.

All of a sudden a vehicle gushing around came with a tyres sliding intense on the road, and a piercing sound with a honk. She gave a quick glance over the bike and swiftly looked the other side. Her heart pumped hard and sank soon in fear, thinking those must be some uncivilized boys gushing here to trouble her at the bus-stand.

She instantly, took two steps back and clutched her bag closure to her chest. Shrill honk ones again pierced her ears. Took a long breath and moulded her face in anger pretending with eyes wide open gave a gutsy yet a spark of annoyance look to the biker.
The biker was busy in removing his helmet. The moment he was done, it took her surprise, it was he. She couldn’t stop her feet surging towards him. A wide smile with bright eyes, she saw her face into his glinting eyes. And all of a sudden bloom radiance shield on her face despite blue winter wrap.

I thought you must be here, so just came to say ‘Hi!’”, he said with ease and a remarkable smile.
She knew looking at him that even he couldn’t stop blushing at this moment.

Without much ado and a perceived nod of acceptance, she sat on the bike…and during a leisurely shovelling of her driveway feels so exhilarating and bracing as for eternity...
Same amazing feeling…
Same sweet breeze on her face…
Same mist magic of evening…
And same Café, purposely the same corner table…
She gaze upon the haze leisurely embracing the aura…

He didn’t ask her and gave order, ‘Two Coffee and Blueberry Muffins’

She wished to be this moment was forever!
After all she meet him after three years and they both wanted the time to slow down a bit.
Perhaps,they were in no mood to rush into things and ruining the moments.
The exhilarated moments that they cherished,
The elated moments that they are still weaving
and euphoric instants still to knit...
Afterall, they also wished to slow down the rush of our blood-stream.

And as she gulped each time sipping coffee, her relationship with coffee grew.
She wished the relationship with him rise too.
The mist and coffee aroma was filling.
The warmth of coffee in cold breeze was magical comfort.

Interestingly, needless to say they did know our thoughts precisely and mutual perceptions to draw things positive with consequential pace. The reason behind these reciprocal feelings was that they had a break-up exactly three years ago...

Beside the cold breeze sipping a cup of coffee, they were excited, yet nervous - full of hope, and at the same time, weary of what our instantaneous momentum of meeting shall hold in future in fate...

...Continue to READ Part-2(CLICK HERE)...
NOTE: The above beautiful picture is contributed by my very sweet friend Devika :)


  1. I was smiling throughout, and if it is a real story, I am really happy. The unconscious smirk, that hidden smile, I could imagine it all... I loved it simply. :)

  2. such a lovely and feel good story :)
    the feeling so beautifully expressed... waiting for the next part.

  3. Amazzzzing !!! I feel like making a short film in d same manner as u hv described...Like in d purple,pink n blue weathers....

    I think it will b fun shooting such a tele-film...



  4. Hmmmm....really kinda being a hopeless romantic, but wow...meeting him after three years, of course you'll get some kind of nervous breakdown if I were you!

    You really don't hate love story huh!

    Oh Rach, the coffee is brewing much the same way the feelings must be too!

    Next part please! :)

  5. Thank you everyone..glad you guys are loving the post/story...

    NOTE: I have changed the 'I' to 'she' so that it is easy to understand the third person aspect..

    Perhaps this Spectrum i understood only when I read 'Amity's' comment..where I did realise that it was abit difficult for her to express and make a difference b/n she and 'I'

    Hope you understand!
    Thanks :)

  6. again a beautiful post, will return to read 2 tomorow, n was really a pleasure to read... :)

    My SPacE- Wen i was a boy


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