The Idea :
The story is about a chance
encounter with my ex-girlfriend when I was having a cup of coffee at a
restaurant with my wife. I was having a splendid evening at my favourite
coffee shop with my wife when my ex-girlfriend, along with her family
comes to the coffee shop and occupies the adjacent table.
Memories gush on to my head, but I maintain my composure. I manage to
stay calm and after sometime she leaves with her family. We shared some
glances, but never talked to each other and my wife never knew what was
going on. The story treads through those delicate moments and emotions
between three souls and how the whole situation passes off visibly
unnoticed.
What makes this story real? :
This
story is certainly a page in everyone's life. It wouldn't be
difficult for anyone to relate to this story and they would find it
quite theirs'.
Extract :
My
obsession with coffee at “Dine” is well known among the staff in the
restaurant, but is an obnoxious fact for my better half. I still cant
figure out, her irrevocable deterrence of coffee, but more surprisingly
my unjustifiable but determined effort to give her a piece of my
obsession. Through the seemingly non existent large glass pane, the
diminishing rays from the sun seemed to uncover the tint of tacit
dissatisfaction on her face which she was trying to hide. Even though
she dislikes coffee as much as my obsession for it, she prefers to gulp
it without hesitation . One reason could be the fact that we have been
together for just over 6 months now. A feud over coffee is presumably
too early in what is planned to be a long career together.
Endnote: This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.
