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Sunday, September 3, 2017

And HE is safe!





She stared at him. She was petrified. He was standing on the edge of the wall, ready to take the plunge on the wrong side.
“I should stop him” she thought. “But, how?”
She was not able to think. She panicked and looked around for help. Why wasn’t anyone able to see what she was seeing?  There were so many people around and yet there was no one to help her. There café had 4 tables filled. Few of the customers were talking to each other, others were on the phone and the customer service boys were greeting everyone with a warm smile and gracious billing every order. She stood at the counter and colour drained from her face. She could see him standing at the edge of the high rise building. One wrong step he would fall to his death.
In all these thoughts, she could see he was wheatish - dark. He looked stunning as the rays of lights fell on his face. He had charming face that made her fall for him instantly. All the noise around froze, everything came to a standstill.
She was regular at that café she saw him there every time, at the same place, across the glass windows. And that site made her fall for him. In fact she came for him to the café. Though they never spoke to each other she knew how important he was and how she felt about him.
“I have to save him” she said to herself. She was determined. Come what may she thought.
She exhaled sharply. Her hands raced towards the cup of coffee at the counter. She cupped her palm around the mug and in a clean sweep grabbed it towards her.
“And HE is safe!”
 Clutching him tightly in her hands she made her way to the corner table.
She smiled, she was elated as she sat down at the table. She held him in her hands. She took a long sip and as the taste of coffee Enlighted her taste buds, she knew why she loved coffee so much. She loved the coffee at that café. “My best companion - coffee” she thought to herself. She pulled out a book from her bag. Now that she had taken a sip, she knew the rest of the coffee was below the brim of the mug. A book in one hand, coffee mug in the other, sitting at the corner table in the café and the sound of rain drops - Perfect. She took another sip of coffee, flipped another page and blushed…


                                                         

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