He made his cup of morning tea, and sat down to work on his blog. “I make awesome tea”, he thought after taking the first sip, taking pride in his tea making capabilities. He wasn’t yet done basking in his pride, he heard her voice, like every time.
And like every time, this time too her voice said, “You make horrible tea!” Lest she knew, that whenever she was around, all his attention was focused on her, and not on the tea, that he was making. And he would eventually end up spoiling the tea, every single time.
But, he had his moment of glory. It was a long two months wait for him, since she had changed her job and moved cities. When she was with him, she was a part of everything he did, every plan he made, knowingly or unknowingly. Though he had been preparing for her move, it was still painful. And after two months, he paid her a visit.
“You make good coffee!”, she said as she sipped from her cup. “Why the tea you made was atrocious every single time, when I came down to your place”. He had taken special care not to screw up the coffee this time. Giving it all the attention, even her share of his attention. And received an appreciation for it, from her, one person he valued the most. They just sat there, sipping coffee, the coffee he made. He was going back, with promises of returning soon.
That was a year back! One long year. It is strange how things normalise or seem so, over one year. Memories are in black and white they say. The only colour he could remember was that of the stain of her red lipstick on the cup.
And, only if he had known that he was seeing her for the last time, he would have screwed up the coffee too.
**END OF PART I**
Wondering what happened to her? All in good time, my friends! You got to wait for the next part, right?
Let’s call it “A tough call!”…..
/Disclaimer: A work of fiction. Any resemblance to any character living or dead is purely “coincidental”./
In frame: Moonmoon Sharma, a good friend and a talented model.
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2 thoughts on “Love story 1 – Act I: Of bad tea, and good coffee!”
Hey this is my story…well almost. Will wait for part II…