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So, today's class ends here. See you all tomorrow-----'sir!!'

Ishan Kishan, a short, pale and soft looking man , in his mid 40s was about to end his class as he completed the topic of 'Romeo Juliet' but halted at the student's approach looking upto the boy for any possible doubt.

'Sir! Mera ek sawal hay.'

Ishan , the ever smiling teacher nodded his head encouraging the boy to proceed.

'Sir , jayse apne Romeo-Juliet ki kahani batayi wayse meri didi ne mujhe
Othello-Desdimoma , Laila-Majnu aur
Heer-Ranjhe ki kahani sunayi hay. Par ye sari epic kahaniya hamesha adhoori hi kyu hoti hay?'

The whole class sat in awe at the question and Ishan through was surprised but didn't show that.

The little boy doesn't even know how much depth his innocent question hold.

Well , the answer lies in your question itself beta. Ye kahaniya epic hay kyu ki ye adhoori hay.

"Par sir, agar ye kahaniya puri hoti tab to aur vi khoobsurat hoti na?"

Another one asked. Looks like, the whole class is stuck by some philosophist today.

Agar ye kahaniya puri hoti to sayad logo ko ayse yaad nehi rehete. Logo ko ye yaad reheta hay iss liye nehi ki unki ending tragic hay balki iss liye kyu ki issme payar adhoora rehe gaya hay. Kuch chize adhoori ki khubsurat hoti hay.

Seems like , Ishan's answer has satisfied the yound minds. Ishan was about to left the class but halted at a sudden query thrown at him....

"Sir , keya aapne kavi payar kiya hay?"

To say Ishan frozed would be an understatement. This was the last thing he expected from 5th standard ke bachhe.

Bachho kuch jayada badmash ho jaa rahe ho aap log. Jao jake ye sawal math sir se pocho.

Ishan tried to show fake anger. But of course students knew him better. He is their favourite afterall. They broke down into laughter Ishan too cracked a small mischievous smile before leaving the class.

Leaving the school premesis Ishan started walking towards his home with slow steps. There was a time when he used to hurry in everything but with age now he hates hurrying. Now a days he likes to do things slowly, to observe or and talk less , to endure more and more from the surroundings. All the way, a pleasant smile lingered between his lips after today's incident.

Aj kal ke bachhe vi na!

Ishan is a tea lover or better to say obsessed with tea and specially this 'sam ki chaye' is his utterly personal moment, he hates intriguers at this time. Heading to his small yet cozy home he freshened but , loosened a bit then headed to the kitchen. For some reason, today his hands went towards the coffee jar he rarely uses for guests. Today, his body is following the heart not the brain. Ishan is not a person who forces himself to go against heart.

So, coffee is it today?

He usually prefers his coffee light. So, he opend the jar, took a little amount of coffee , after pouring it into the cup he was about to close the jar when a distant yet clear high pitched voice swooned over his memory lane.....

Kaka, maan karta hay chum loon apke inn hatho ko. Keya coffee banayi hay ekdam karak. Ahhhh!

A chill ran through Ishan's spine at how clearly he remembers every shade of that voice even after all these years. He closed his eyes , lips forming a 'done with himself' smile , licking his lips for once and releasing a sigh he reluctantly reopened the jar poring more coffee into the glass making it 'karak'.

Dekho kitna bigar diya hay tumne hame!

He muttered lowly to himself. No one heard it offcourse, no one witnessed this very intimate moment of Ishan.

Well, no one except for the bricks and furnitures , who are pretty used to with these moments at this point.

Ishan sat on his small balcony with a strong cup of coffee and his dairy. The skyline of hills are standing infront with line of small lights at the top. He took a sip , the warm liquid filled his body with warmth. Ishan does keep diary though he isn't a professional. He doesn't write on a daily basis. He just does it occasionally, if something happens. He opend a specific page , an old photo......

well , What you see here is just two cups , one of tea's and one of coffee's. But if you try to notice beyond the liquors and cups many things will appear infront of your eyes or better to say in your mind.

These two cups say many unspoken words.

Firstly they show two opposite personalities. One who's day doesn't start without 'coffee' and one who loves his 'chai'.One who is fairly extrovert , loves to talk and one who is absolutely introvert , doesn't talk much untill getting comfortable. One who is hopeless romantic, so random and full of dreams whereas who is passionate much and lastly both the contrasting characters connected to each other over a cup of tea and coffee. They talk mindlessly , openly and meaninglessly. A sensetive yet pure bond was made. Two people found solace in between the busy city life. The busy metropoliton city runs for opportunities and success and amidst everything two people made a personal bubble of their own where time stopped , where none was present just them and ek cup chai and coffee , the beauty of kolkata indeed.

Last but not the least,

Chai aur Coffee ki jori alag jarur hay par galat nehi.

Now, why suddenly he opened up to this specific picture?

Cause, uneveitabaly the word 'love' has messed up with his calm mind and demur posture.

Love.....

Just a short word , isn't it?

Everyone in this world has their own definition of love.

Every generation has different standards for love.

A simple word that holds thousand completed meaning and thories.

But, is it really complicated?

Or, we just make it complicated.

Just think about it, solution lies in our hands only so if we want we can make it easy pessy lemon squizzy.

But certainly we , the so called human beings love to make this complicated for themselves and then suffer from it.

Ishan let out a laugh....

Would this generation ,these youngsters who defines 'love' only by physical intimacy, ever be able to digest the fact that their teacher never confessed his love and spend his whole life without a partner just cause he loved someone in his collegelife ?

Yeah he never confessed to him , to his humanised coconut tree.

He never confessed but his eyes did.

Want a part 2?

Well, you want it or not it will come anyway :)

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P.S: well, certainly I feel like slapping myself.

Wanna know why?

So, for the last few days all of my classmates ( mostly couples) are going to victoria for picnic and offcourse my single ass has to feel fomo.

So, I called my so called guy friend from a different department on 3 am to ask him out on a picnic. But obviously he cursed me while saying 'I AM BUSY' and that little shit had the audacity to cut the call on my cute face.

Me being me I asked some of my other friends to go out but their answers were the same and offcourse they advised me to study for the upcoming sem.
(I get better marks than all you bitches)

So, feeling dejected I was sprawled on my hostel bed, cried a little for how they rejected me then a wave of  'self-empowerment' hit me and my atma told me " why being sad , when you can go on a self date and felx it on insta"

And , guess what I did , I ordered the most expensive book from my bucket list finishing all my savings to go on a self-date and read it there.

And now when the delivery of the book came today , I don't want to go anymore.

LIKE HOW CAN I BE SO RANDOM IN LIFE.......