A Cup OR... Coffee...
A Morning didn't seem usual, something was amiss... But what? I couldn't decipher... It was a cloudy day but doesn't look like that the sky is ready to saturate the earth with its shower... Everything seems wrapped in wave of sadness... I breathed looking at the nature and pushing all the weird thoughts that kept disturbing my peace out of the window walked inside... 'So what nothing seems usual, the start of my morning is going to be usual for sure...with My Cup of coffee...'
Pouring the hot liquid in My Cup I wondered why my heart is beating frantically... And before I understand anything a Cup slipped out of my hand and shattered into pieces... I was stunned...
That moment was the realization of what importance that CUP held in my life...It was not just a Cup for me...but much more... Coffee is nothing without that Cup...
Gathering the all shattered pieces robotically I walked inside my room and placing it on the side table sat down on the floor...staring at My broken Cup...
Whole week the hollow I felt inside...no peace...restlessness...pain...guilt... I cursed myself for being that careless... It was my fault...I wasn't careful enough to hold the cup...when it was slipped out from my hand... How could I do that...I just watched...it slipping out from my hand and broke into pieces...
I didn't feel like drinking the coffee...heart was not ready to accept the New Cup I bought... It feels like coffee has no more that power to soothe the pain I felt inside without that Cup...
I didn't want to share that pain with anyone...coz...I know, no one is able to understand the pain...to understand what place that cup held in my life...
Phone kept ringing beside me for umpteenth time...but I didn't bother to reply...
I remember that day when everyone just made fun of me when I told them that I always drink coffee only in My Cup...and refused having coffee in another cup... He was also with them...and it pinched my heart somewhere... Now I don't want to show him that how miserable I am without My Cup...I won't give him the chance to laugh at me... I won't... coz he will never understand... no one will...
The heaviness inside didn't let me live in peace... The darkness outside just increased...violent thunder...ruthless wind...and a fear...being left alone in the storm...
With thudding heart I walked towards the window and pushed it open to let that heavy downpour came inside...letting myself drenched... breaking the walls for those tears to flow freely... I cried...I begged...to get back what I lost...but nothing could bring back what I desired...and I just kept crying...till the dawn...
Storm was over and I woke up to meet that silence...darkness started to evaporate...in golden rays... everything seemed fresh...all the dullness was washed away in that heavy downpour... But the tiredness was visible in the surrounding...everything seemed resting after facing the wild storm... And so as Me... with puffy eyes and aching head...
Door bell rang...but I didn't bother to see... I don't want to... I was tired...
I wondered hearing the knock on my room door... And I was stunned... What he is doing here?
He was standing there dressed in that V neck, full sleeved grey t-shirt... If it was some other day..I would have been lost in that handsome figure...after all it was my favorite t-shirt on him... Did he know that?' Shaking my head I turned to hide myself from him... I don't want to show him my pain...
Zoya...' his voice traveled to me and my heart started beating crazily... I cursed myself...
Asad please go...I don't want to talk...I want to be alone...please...' I managed to say but feeling his presence behind looked up at his tall figure... his eyes gazing at me with a frown appeared on his face... I looked away...
He kneeled down... and I watched him from the corner of my eye... He breathed closing his eyes as he noticed the broken pieces of My Cup on the table...
Getting up he sat beside me on the bed and I want to push him away as his hand wrapped around me...thinking now he would tell me how foolish I was...mourning over a Cup...
But...
He didn't say a word and just tighten his hold around me... As if saying... He understands...
A feel of comfort...and I leaned into his warmth...letting the tears flow freely...
A moment later he moved back...and looked up into his eyes...all I could feel in those orbs was care...assurance...understanding...and something else...I couldn't decipher...
His thumb moved on my cheek...wiping the tears away as he hold my face into his palms...asking me not to cry... He got up and I frowned... A small smile lifted on his lips as his assuring voice reached my ears...
"Will be back in a moment..."
I wondered where he disappeared...but didn't try to move...may be I was sure that he will come back...
And my heart wasn't wrong... The door of my room opened and he entered with a cup in his hand... A familiar aroma reached my nostrils as he sat beside me forwarding a cup of coffee...
The New Cup I bought...which was waiting to feel the warmth of coffee...
I looked at him...and he blinked his eyes... My heart started hammering inside and my hand was unable to hold the new cup... He moved close wrapping his one hand around me and with the other hand he made me hold the cup... I just kept staring at him as he moved my hand towards my lips...
A familiar aroma...and the bright, sharp taste... A wave of ease traveled through my whole self and I closed my eyes...
A smile lifted on my face as my eyes met with those brown orbs...
And it was the realization... Realization of two things for me...
The first one was... My frustration, my restlessness, the void I felt whole week was not for Cup but for Coffee... All I need was Coffee...not the Cup... may be...
And the second thing was...
There was someone...who really Understands me... may be more than I understand myself...
His hand tighten around me as I hold the cup finally...and I leaned into him...as it started sprinkling outside...washing away all the tiredness...
Edited by -Prinky- - 9 years ago
Jhanak
Shiv Shakti
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