If We Were Having Coffee

 

          Photo by Nathan Dumlao, Unsplash

 

It's a quiet and gloomy afternoon. The breeze has suddenly turned pleasantly cool, the curtain is swaying in a classical manner, and I think of you. There's something about silent afternoons. Most of the time, if I'm not very busy, they bring some memory, like a gush of a familiar fragrance. 

I often think of you. It's charming to be with your thoughts. Do you know that? Of course you don't and I'd never tell you that. I just wonder how it would feel to be with you. A fascinating thought flashes in my mind. How amazing it would be if we were having coffee. Right this moment? 

If we were having coffee I'd just look at you, savouring my own imagination. Your enchanting eyes, the pleasant smile and your unbelievable presence.

If we were having coffee, I'd tell you that I didn't even like drinking tea or coffee until two years ago. I wonder how you would react. You would be a little surprised, I'm sure, your left eyebrow slightly raised.

If we were having coffee, I'd tell you that whenever I think about my writing, I think of you. That I felt so sad and lost when I submitted my final manuscript. That I haven't developed this special feeling for my new protagonist. I think you would nod, slowly, like you understand.

If we were having coffee, I'd tell you to talk. To tell me something. Anything. I'd just love to listen to you talk. Your voice. The way you speak. The voice and the style of conversation have a certain effect, no?

If we were having coffee, I'd ask about Paridhi. I'd ask you to share your deepest feelings for her, and everything. I can imagine the instant spark in your eyes, a warmth on your face, mere at the mention of her name. Someone once asked me why Abhigyan would fall in love with Paridhi? Can you answer that, I'd ask. Can anyone answer this question? Why does someone fall in love with a particular person?

If we were having coffee, I'd ask, 'Do you ever think about me?' I know it's a silly question. But I'd tell you that I recently read a book titled 'After She Wrote Him'. It's one of the most unique books I have ever read. It's about a very special relationship between a writer and her/his protagonists. It's complicated but fascinating. I kept thinking about you after reading that book. 

On second thought, I wouldn't tell you that. You'd probably think I'm a crazy woman.

I can go on and on but I know something would come up and I would have to end this heartwarming rendezvous. Solitude is precious but ephemeral. I have a feeling that you would look at me with a teasing smile and maybe a hint of disappointment in your deep eyes. I'd smile and ask you if we could meet again for a coffee date? You would say a yes, wouldn't you? 

This post is dedicated to Abhigyan, the male protagonist of my book, We Will Meet Again...