To someone I had the best coffee with,
“Shall we meet?” I typed.
“When and where?” came your reply.
I smiled the happiest smile in my life.
It was a Friday, and you were looking gorgeous wearing a
red colored chiffon shirt over black pants. I watched you walking all the way
from the cafeteria door to the chair opposite me.
You smiled. I fell in love with you a little more.
You looked at the coffee cup that has been waiting for
you to have a sip of. I watched you as your fair long fingers wrapped around
the cup and picked it up to your lips, after which I could see only your eyes
through the vapor rising from the coffee. It was the best coffee I ever had,
and I guess you know why!
“So, how did you get my mail ID?”
“How wouldn’t I get?” I said with a boastful smile.
“Yea, how difficult that would’ve been for someone who
traced my Facebook ID,” she said before taking one more sip. I wore a guilty
expression.
We talked for 15 minutes and 30 seconds, including the
time I walked you till your work station. Our first 15 minutes and 30 seconds
together!
Although I already knew much of what you said, I felt
closer to you listening that again from you.
Born and brought up in Vizag, you moved to Hyderabad for your graduation
and got a job here. I still laugh at the way you said ‘and I ended up here with
this job’. I made a vow at that very moment to make you feel like you’re at
your hometown.
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