This is the third and the concluding part of my on-going story “A regular coffee, regularly“. You can read it to get more insight into the conversation, if you haven’t already. Even if you don’t, you can enjoy this one; it stands on its own.
“Good morning Paul, you are here early today. You never miss a day, do you?”
“Morning Liz, I can’t… talking to you is the highlight of my day.”
“… Why don’t you try a cappuccino today? You never drink the black coffee anyway.”
“Sure, no problem”
“You plan to drink this one?”
“Umm…no, not really… It’s for…”
“Don’t worry, I will get started on your cheese omelette.”
“You will make it? Where is Ben – the cook… and others?”
“You are a bit early today, everyone will arrive in sometime. Don’t worry, I can handle an omelette.”
“Wait! Don’t bother… Ben can make one for me when he comes.”
“Ouch! That hurts; you really don’t trust my cooking skills.”
“No! That’s not it… I mean… I would rather talk to you than waste whatever little time I have with you on an omelette. Besides, I am not that hungry.”
“That was a really nice save; you almost got into trouble… I am kidding… So what happened? You look tired, I hope the panic attacks are not back again.”
“No, not this time… I couldn’t sleep last night because I was thinking about what someone said to me that it is as easy as breathing if you are with the right person. Do you believe that?”
“Hmm… yes. I choose to believe it because the alternative seems so depressing. The idea of finding someone with whom life seems easier is alluring; it gives people hope and the courage to place your heart in vulnerable paths. It has worked out for quite a few actually.”
“You know… I never believed in all of this, my parents fought constantly and not the bickering kind- the real ones, so nasty and scary. I never understood why they stayed together or why did they even got married in the first place; they really hated each other’s guts to the point that they actually killed each other one day, alcohol abuse was involved. Like them, most of the time people seem to be getting it wrong; so how do you know that you have found what you are looking for?… Have you ever found someone?”
“…That’s awful, I am really sorry about your parents. You know… now our earlier conversations make more sense to me. ” … “It is different for everyone, I think; it depends on what you really want. My Grams and Pops, they found each other when they were in college. Grams always used to say that she chose Pops because he had the ability to make her laugh even in her worst moments. For Pops, it was because he could talk to her, share his innermost thoughts; he used to say that he married his best-friend. So, we need to know what we are looking for.”
“They sound amazing people. Don’t worry about my parents, it was a long time ago… You never answered my second question earlier about finding someone.”
“Me? … Yes, I think so.”
“Oh! That’s…” … “Is it working out for you? Are you happy?”
“I don’t know… I haven’t told him yet. I think he doesn’t feel the same way; he has never believed in all of this.”
“Hmm… Maybe his beliefs have changed and he does feel something and doesn’t know what to do about it. Maybe he thinks that he is not good enough for her.”
“In that case, I think, he should tell her, if that’s what he wants and accept her judgement without assuming anything.”
“Okay, so… do you ever take a day off from your work? I haven’t seen you take a single holiday for the past nine months.”
“I can if I want to, besides, you also haven’t a missed a single day.”
“My mornings were too precious to miss! … Do you want to take a day off, today?”
“Why? What do you have in mind?” … “Here’s your cappuccino.”
“Thanks… A brunch, will you join me?”
“Sure! So, no omelette today … What happened? Change of mind?”
“No, a change of heart… I found my peace.”
Her wide smile mesmerized him and his heart skipped a beat. In what felt like an eternity, he felt calm, he felt whole – not a bag of random pieces but like he was never broken, these months had been more beneficial for him than any therapy session.
He picked up the cup smiling and remembered the first day when Maria, a homeless woman, had asked him for a coffee, nine months back; it had become a routine for him since then. Finally today, she will get her long-awaited cappuccino!
About the guest author:
A.S. is Akanksha Singh’s pen name. She is a person who happens to be quite fond of reading and is also a deeply passionate writer from India.
Her highly entertaining blog is called: My Bubble.