Monday, August 5, 2013

Love by the coffee cup..

The Cafe Coffee day on top of EB2 was not so crowded on Friday morning and I found myself to be a lone customer.. The coffee was not so hot, but I thought of sipping it slowly to delay getting back to work..

 And then, that pretty girl standing opposite, smiled at me.. All spring bloomed in and there seemed to be some song I the air..(an old Yesudas one... Don't remember which)..

 It grew more vivid, when she walked towards me, stood near and said "Hi".. All time frozen for a moment.. What do you normally do.. ?

 And then, when she threw the coffee cup in to the trash can behind me, and walked away, continuing to talk on the blue tooth, all spring vanished, and reality was back.. Back to MCFP..

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