How boring it could get?
An unknown place accompanied by solitude.
Though it wasn’t tough during the week but it seemed that the weekends were
never ending. My cousins kept saying oh! It’s a lot of fun! We keep hanging
around. You should come down. But sadly the real weekends in cosmos were all
about running to Spencer and Reliance Fresh in the morning hours and running
behind your kids in the malls in the evenings when your wives are busy checking
every possible discount in the cart. I didn’t look forward to spend such
half-hazard time with them hence chose to be with myself.
For me spending some quality time in the kitchen and listening to some old Rafi songs were more important than to run behind my nieces and nephews in the malls!
Oh! Those best of friends and their plans
of a girls’ day out never materialized. It was all about street shopping else
spending time with their new partners.
Hence, I enjoyed walking through the
streets of my locality and finally grabbing a cup of coffee at the only outlet
of barista around the place. I specifically chose barista as they let me play
scrabble all day with lovely coffee. What more could I ask for?
It’s been a windy and rainy weekend and
my roommate is off for a trip. I have been extremely tempted to have warm cup
of coffee. I struggled with the lazy me and was all ready for it wearing my
college sweat shirt. More than anything it reminds me of being independent and
interesting!
I reached, ordered my favourite Cafe
Mocca and grabbed my comfortable zone- near the scrabble board. But today I
wasn’t alone. I had company. I hesitated to gel up with this new person who
seemed equally lonely as me but as they say a lot can happen over a coffee, he
comforted me. We played few boards of scrabble and laughed aloud on every silly
joke he had to share. For once I felt good being a lonelier. My weekend seemed
perfect after days of struggle at my work place. We decided on timings to catch
up the next weekend. And so on I had some of the perfect weekends as thought
with this new friend. Now I was more addicted to that joyous time I spent in
barista more than the coffee and scrabble which was ideal fun days back.
One more weekend had come. I got stuck
with some work at home. I felt guilty for not being there as my friend would be
waiting. So I decided to go. It was late in the evening; I walked to the coffee
shop and grabbed a muffin not the usual coffee. I hurried to grab my seat as a
couple was heading towards it. I arranged the scrabble board as it was left
untouched. I realised that my friend didn’t make it either. What happened? It
isn’t his usual self. He comes every Saturday. What happened? I couldn’t wait any
more, so went and asked the owner. He looked sad and started crying. I didn’t
understand his reaction. Finally he informed me that Mr Sharma was no more. He
passed away suffering from sudden heart attack and his sons are here to do his
last rites. I was startled! I couldn’t believe his words. Mr Sharma was a
friend, philosopher and fatherly figure for me in that lonely place. His toffee
treats; his appropriate words in the game were not just a matter of time pass
but gave meaning to my confused young self. I am sad. I don’t know if my family
and friends would be able to comprehend what I am thinking, what I expect and
what I look forward to in life, but Mr Sharma did.
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