to a distant stranger...
hi...
The
train has just started moving. I procured my favourite seat with a cup of
coffee. The aroma of coffee took me back to warmth of memories…mamma’s
coffee…her warm hugs…my first love…waves…sea…rain…
The
hot wind matters no more neither do the scorching sun. Dreams devoured my
coffee or the coffee devoured my dreams. Still the bitter-sweetness remains,
clinging to the brim…afraid to shatter…yet unable to unite. The empty cup with
coffee stains cling on…unable to go off…unable to let it go…it was easy bUt “NO”.
The train is gathering momentum. Wind unleashed its power and Nature
overpowers…I lost my grip…and the cup was gone with wind instantly!!! Gone
forever…into wilderness. The transposed feeling of emptiness hammers in my
head…the feeling of getting lost…losing something, everything…the threat of
uncertainty?? bUt am not unhappy…am waiting …awaiting for another cup of
coffee…yet another…still another…to enjoy…to empty and to alienate.
Regards
N
PS:
This was the last letter to my distant stranger which I could never sent...
Why travel second class? No seats in AC coach?
ReplyDeleteI never used to travel in AC in Kerala...
DeleteI am Aam Admi...Mango People...;)
Oh... That's how you lost your coffee...since then "adrak wala chay" at Delhi...???
ReplyDelete:) :) :) Always a coffee person...Abidetta..:)
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