Coffee...!

The smell of seeds of a stone fruit called as coffee beans is everywhere.
He hate the smell but he knew this only it's after too late. He's already in there at a coffee shop.

The acrid sour smell of black shiny beans was making him feel like he'll be knocked out. Yet he didn't know the benefits this smell can do by effecting the genes and proteins in his brain, When he is too busy in making faces.

He chose to take a seat where he'll be a bit relief with the smell and people around him as well, the conservative person he have become since he's getting fine after a sudden car accident.
He could sense that he is not the same anymore. He couldn't point it out. But he know his life has changed. He was waiting to meet someone who is to visit him in the coffee shop. Waiting has been his habit ever since the accident.

He started to think about something which he is not able to grasp. This feeling of frustration of not being satisfied have stuck him from the very first day he became conscious after the mishap.
To ease the throbbing pain between his eyebrows squinting his eyes at not any thing particularly, he started tapping his foot continuously.
That is when his thoughts drifted to the last counselling session with the doctor. He was surprised when he heard things he said to the recorder, which doctor insisted to carry with him and make sure he records his thoughts.
He was crazy, funny& psychopathic at times that he feel embarrassing in front of the doctor.
One such embarrassing thought he had was about his dadi.
*ugh that old women, She surely has taken my dadi's bod. What should I do now, she the imposter left me with no option rather than staying for the dinner when I don't want to. I don't have any idea where my poor dadi's soul is when I need her very badly.*

Now that he felt embarrassed again with no one in front of him especially the doctor but his own mind, he raced back to the place where he is in. The coffee shop. Wasn't he waiting for someone said his limbic brain angering him reminding his inadequacy of remembering things.

He was brought back again from his vision with a jolting sound of the chair where a young women is about to occupy the seat. He looked puzzled when he saw her waving at the waitress. He was back to find some draft memories with the dark blue coloured scarf which is similar to the one the women in front of him is wearing complimenting her dress winsomely.
His limbic brain again took charge of his state of mind but for just a passage of a second.
"Excuse me" he said her gaining her attention. "I'm waiting for someone" he said asking her to vacate the place very politely.
She seemed like frowning for a second at first but turned out into a grin.
She smiled at him saying "I will be leaving after I grab a cup of coffee" And was about to say something when the waitress bragged at their place asking for the order.

"What can I get for two of you?" He heard the waitress say. "One cup of cappuccino with a shot of hazelnut and one lavender tea" please he heard as the reply from the women in front of him. He felt the women is familiar with this place when he saw both of them share a knowing smile. His mind didn't have the courtesy to know the name of the women with whom he is sharing the table practically. He was observing her for making one more audio tape of his thoughts. He looked down when she was about to glance at him in order not to make her feel his stare in vain. He wanted to know how and why they both were sharing the table, but he was too busy in whining inwardly about the happenings past some time. He was subtly trying to look around the surroundings through the large glass frame beside them from where he can see people enjoying in the beach. But he chose to ogle her, that is when he saw her right hand supporting her chin to watch out at the beach which he was also supposed to watch and left hand placed on the table. He now knew the women in front of him is taken by someone with a huge diamond ring on her ring finger representing the world about the togetherness of the unknown man of this unknown women.
"Your order ms said the waitress". I hate her voice he said to himself just because he was interrupted by her all the time when he is very deep in thoughts.

His suspicious look was back on his face when she asked him to have the lavender tea. He was about to deny at first but heard her say "do you like lavender tea?"
He thought least he can have something in the mean time and grunted out "better than coffee". She nodded but he felt she is familiar with his act. "I will pay" he added hearing which she smiled at him. Now he noted bluntly in his brain that she does smile a lot.
"Like a kind of date" he heard the same voice again to which he chose not to answer but think to pay only for his lavender tea which she ordered without his consent. He didn't find a need to correct her misconception though he felt it would be rude to make someone wait for long.
He sounded rude again by saying he was waiting for someone. What surprised him is her reply which held her saying "she was also waiting for someone too" without caring he is rude to her. That someone she mentioned made him realise she is taken and a couple with ,which didn't sit well in his brain. Some obvious reasons which he himself found difficult to find out.
"Why are you sitting with me?" she heard him say again in the very same rude tone which he used earlier out of curiosity.
"Don't you feel to have a company, while we are waiting for someone simultaneously" Saying which she unwound her blue scarf from her neck to feel free when she wants to be found enjoying her coffee.

He took no time in taking his cup of tea after he found her relishing the first sip her coffee. He felt the sweet smell of his lavender tea well known. Frowning at the thought that did he ever have it and tried to remember if he have had it past in time vainly.
He didn't know he grunted out loudly untill he heard her ask "something wrong?" shuddered. He noted in his brain that this women is having doe shaped eyes which he felt alluring forgetting what she have asked a while back. He slapped his head mentally after he heard her ask the same again the second time.
He confessed that he was trying to remember something and was brought back to his tea by the smell which is wandering airly.

He took the first sip and soon wanted to have the next one soundly. Silence prevailed between them for a while. She broke it with "It's beautiful outside" She said looking at the people who were retarding from beach sensing the worse which can happen by the sudden change in wether. Though she felt he glanced at the other side of the glass quite for a long time before he said "kind of nice" She convinced herself that he is enjoying the weather. When the truth is her beauty the glass is reflecting caught his sight after his mere second of glance at people in the beach who were almost leaving. "If you are into such grey and misty weather type of persons" He added.
She denied subtly saying "This kind of wether is a little grouchy I agree, but has it's charms". He felt her grin in this cold wether warm him.
"This feels good" She heard sensing a but to come next, aloof of what he meant that for himself.
"It's bad for driving" He said seeing the illusion of the mishap in front of his eyes. He took a sip again to forget the memories for time being and forgot that he was waiting for someone to visit him is very late.
"Spoken from experience?" She asked him working with their conversation.
He nodded and continued with having his tea.
"I met with a car accident last year, it was petty bad. My fiancée almost died". He heard her say. He oddly found him self sulking at the mention of her fiancée. A question his brain arised about them being together now. He admitted to his brain that she is pretty and he is attracted towards her but didn't felt well as the women in front of him is claimed by some one unknown to him long ago and here he is attracted to her.
He didn't want to have a negative impression on him at their first meet itself. So asked "How is he now?"

As a reply to his question she shrugged and took the smell of her coffee before savouring it and said "He's neither here nor there". He wondered how she does that every time she takes a sip at the site of her enjoying the smell without throwing up. "I know that how it feels" He said assuring her that he understood how it feels. She wasn't surprised but asked him
"I don't know how you do that, sometimes I feel like I can't even understand him when he feels the same way".
His voice came out louder this time "it's nothing, we can help" In a defensive manner. He got an I know that as a response. She was running her fore finger on the rim of the almost empty cup which she placed on the table just a while back and seemed to travel back in time deeply thinking about something and started to say the thing which is causing a mild ache in her forehead.
"We were supposed to be married by the past summer" Her voice caught his attention.
"Winter wedding aren't bad either" He said easing her pain which he sensed.
She looked up from her cup immediately when she heard him say and took some time to gulp the sip down and question him "Don't you think winter a bit greyish?"
Now the tables turned and she heard him humming before he said "A while ago you said the weather is beautiful today".
He heard her ask him what does he think about a winter wedding. As an answer for her query she heard "Honestly I think the weather has nothing to do with wedding. Wedding is all about love".
She agreed "Yeah it's all about love" He saw her dejected smile but said nothing. "Well I think I will wait till next summer, hopefully he will be getting better by then.I want the wedding day to be special as it comes once in a lifetime" She was trying her best to hide her angst while uttering. He was fast enough to point that only if they aren't getting married for second time.
She placed her cup back on the table which meant that she completed her coffee smiling at the last sip gulping down.
She voiced it out "I don't think there will be any second one, as I truly love this guy and I can't think of sticking to some other person as I do with him".
"He must be very lucky to have you" He confessed. "Is he the one you are waiting for?" She heard him questioning. She nodded slightly and sighed softly before she exhibited her agony "Yeah but I don't think he will show up today".
He was about to complete his tea but stopped while he saw her getting up and standing a moment later. She donned her scarf around her neck and removed the hair from under the scarf.
"You promised to pay right?" It was more a statement and less a question to which he hesitated at first but nodded slightly with a "yeah sure" at the end.
He watched her walking out of the coffee shop after listening to a thanks from her probably for the last time.
He finished his lavender tea unaware of the settling weather which is soo pleasant when compared to the last time he glanced at the people leaving the beach. After reliving once again the moments spent with the unknown young women who occupied the opposite seat a while ago he asked for the check. He opened his wallet to pay, a long haired women's picture caught his sight. He caresed the picture before he placed some cash in the folder containing bill and muttering a shit.
He hurried out the shop and was searching for someone. There was no site of the person he was searching for. Later he saw an incarnadine dot down the lane quite far away from him. He lashed to that side as fast as he can to catch the person who is walking calmly. She was taken aback when a hand larger in comparison had hovered her shoulder and turned her subtly with a loud whisper of "Gauri".
He stopped for a while to hold his breathing pattern, that is when he noticed the familiar feeling of warmth he craved for while she uttered "Om".
Then he pulled her towards him into a warm hug before he placed a kiss on her forhead uttered a "sorry jaan I'm late".

With love from ,
Diana & bhavani_bathula