A morning at the cafe

"Can you imagine us walking out of this cafe, not knowing if we will ever meet again?"
"Tell me can you visualize it??"...."I can , and I don't want it to happen"

It was a Sunday and I had woken up with a sprained right ankle, so to uplift my spirits, I decided to go out and get some pancakes and my morning dose of coffee on a cold damp morning in Tokyo. I grabbed my book and limped my way to Tully's cafe.
As I sat eating a bite of my choco-banana pancake and sipping my coffee, a couple walked into the cafe. You don't often get to hear a language you understand in Tokyo, so when I heard English, I immediately looked up.They looked American or may be Canadian. The guy was wearing shorts! The girl kept staring at my pancake for a minute. I went back to reading. After sometime, I realized the girl had sat down leaving one table beside me. 

I had just started reading this thriller and it was beginning to pick up pace, but once the guy came and sat down beside her, I couldn't concentrate on my novel anymore. From overhearing their initial conversation, I assumed they were in Tokyo studying as exchange students or doing some research. The way the guy spoke just took my heart away. It was just like a conversation right out of a movie.
He was sad at having to part ways, but the girl just held his hands and didn't say anything for a long time.

"I want to have a plan. A plan of where we would meet the next time". The girl sat silently. "I know we don't know what we would be doing after 6 months or 1 year, but let's decide, if not now , at least after 2 or 3 months what we want to do, if we want to see each other again or no."

The girl sipped on her coffee. I could see her from the corner of my eyes. She was smiling, blushing.
She was wearing blue jeans and a blue sweater and black sneakers. 

"You just bring out the imagination in me!" 
"Yeah I kind of felt that on Friday", said the girl. The guy burst out laughing. 
"What do you mean??"
"I had fun on Friday" she giggled.
"Ohh common! tell me, how do I now figure out how you were having fun because of my imagination" ...more giggles from her. 

At this point I couldn't help but smile and I wanted to know their story. I wanted to know if they were in love with each other.I wanted in to their private joke. Even though it was sad to hear them talk about not being able to meet again, it was somehow reassuring to feel so much love around.

"But you can't say that we won't bump into each other accidentally anytime after like 2 or 3 years. You can't decide that"
The girl put her head down.

Even if it seemed the guy was trying so hard to make her promise something, and the girl was just keeping quiet, I could feel that she wanted to say so many things but was choking up to them.

They left the cafe at the same time as I did. They walked towards the train station as I struggled to cross the road. Their thought stayed with me the whole day. Who were these people? Are they strangers who met for a month to have a good time and become strangers again? Or are they lovers destined to part ways in search of finding the meaning of life? Do you really hold onto the person you love or do you set them free? 

Something NEW

I have been told by many that I am a very romantic person. I am not sure what qualities makes someone romantic but I know for a fact that I get attached to people very easily. And then there are no boundaries for me. I don't calculate in loving someone or caring for someone and I have always thought that's who I am. I enjoy giving love. I love the idea of love, the feeling of being in love, may be more than loving someone. I express very easily. I make promises. I commit easily. And I never go back on my words. Unless someone makes me do that. I can go on and on about how much I love someone and why I love them so much.

Not until recently did I ever realize that I would love to hear it back as well from someone.
Never did I think I will ever be at a loss for words to express myself. It seems I have never known what it feels to be so liked, so appreciated. This is a new feeling and something that I really love.

I missed you tomorrow

Here I am sitting in this fancy French restaurant, going through the menu again and again and having a hard time what to order. I look up to ask what do you want to eat, but realize I am alone. 

I go back in time when I would just sit and gaze out of the window and you would know what I wanted to eat.

'Hi Mam, what would you like to order'. The voice of the waiter brings me back to today and all I can order is a coffee. I have lost my appetite.I miss you!

Its 9 pm and i have nothing to do. I google to decide which movie I want to watch. Its a Kiera Knightley movie today-'The last night'. 'Did you see her shoes, aren't they gorgeous!' The silence in the movie makes me realize I am watching the movie alone. 'Yes they are gorgeous' I say to myself. I miss you!

I have been working too much. I am stressed. I need to go shopping to help me relax and feel good. I venture into the adjacent shopping mall and end up in the shoes store. Black or blue or grey or tan?Which 1 should I pick. I look around to ask for someone's opinion, but there is no one to answer me. It was so much easy when you would just say this is better and I would instantly pick that up.I can't decide and just leave the store. I miss you!

I am out for a walk, and I cross by this tower which is always decked up in lights. I call it my pretty building.

I feel good about my looks today. I want a picture with the pretty building as the backdrop.I want a full shot of the building and me. But...who do I ask to capture the moment. I miss you!

Its a beautiful evening and I am just returning back from work. I cross this place called The Wine Story. I see inside through the glass doors and see couples and friends everywhere. I don't want to go alone. I keep walking towards my hotel. I miss you!

Its been a long and tiring day at office. And I want to talk about it, but you are still at office, busy with your work and by the time you get back, I would probably be asleep. I miss you!

I missed you yesterday and I miss you today and I know I will miss you tomorrow,wherever I am, whatever I am doing, I will always miss you! So I can always say I missed you tomorrow.

Her end of the promise

Feb,2013

"Come here", "I miss you" he said.
"I miss you too" she said."I will be there soon,before you realize it.I love you."
"Okay,I gotta run to office,I am getting late.Catch you later." he said

She rolled over in the bed, and yearned to be by his side,hold his hands. Her days now were just about waiting to be with him.She had never known she will find such love. She never knew before that such love existed. She was happy,that's all that mattered to her.


April,2013

"What is wrong?Tell me what's bothering you?"
"Nothing.I just need some rest.It was a long day,I am tired" he said
She didn't like his reply. She kept thinking what she could have done/said wrong to make him sulk.

May,2013

"I can't do this anymore. If you don't want me in your life,tell me.I know I wouldn't get any answer which will justify why you are doing all this." That's all she could text him and she never got any reply. It was over. She could feel that.

Jan,2014

"Are you here?" he pinged
Memories,which she thought never had existed came back to her and she could feel herself getting choked.
"Yes" she replied.
"How long are you going to be here"
What do you care,she thought.

It's 10 in the night.She just got back to her room. Her thoughts went back to him.
All she could think was that she had kept her end of the promise, but the promise no longer seemed valid.
"I am here but what do I do now that I am here. The purpose of wanting to be here is gone." was all she could think through the night.

Why??

2nd April,2010- I bought my first smart phone, well at that time Nokia 5233 was definitely a smart phone! That was what I bought with my first salary. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. By April,2011 I had dropped my phone so many times that it looked like it would die any moment. Somewhere around the same time I laid my eyes on Samsung Galaxy S2. Checking out the price, my mind said, "Well, your monthly pay is less than the price of the phone!". I changed cities, got a hike though minimal and finally by the time I resigned from my first job, I bought myself  a Samsung phone. Nope not S2 but S3. I had contemplated between many brands but my love for Samsung stood out. My happiness knew no bounds when I got this phone. I was so badly addicted to it like I had never been to anything else. I was constantly clicking pictures anywhere I went. Owing to this, I had a new found interest in photography. And thus was born the urge to own a DSLR. But where was the money, given the fact that I am a shopaholic and can never manage to save anything by the end of the month. Well, finally my prayers were answered and after a lot of research and consultation, I bought the Nikon D3200. To say the truth I haven't got much time to play around with it afterwards. 

So I sit here now and think what happens after we achieve what we wanted. Why doesn't the feeling of euphoria stay with us forever. It feels like the world before you have it and once it is yours, nothing! So is it just the thought of possessing something that drives us to do what we do? Or is it something else?  

I am always happy after achieving something, but after that I want something else. That's the eternal cycle what life is all about I think. We live our life in these small goals and achievements and are motivated to better ourselves daily. The day I wake up and feel I have got everything I wanted, what will I do through the day? Today I want to see all the famous movies, read all books by the different great authors, travel to a new place every year, learn to cook varied cuisine dishes and so on and so forth and I hope I add new things to this list everyday.

Addicted..to what??

               I remember waking up with a cup of tea since I was in class 6. I tried giving up on tea numerous times, but without any luck. So I was a self proclaimed tea addict, till I landed up in Manila. I went without tea for 2 weeks and I survived!! I wasn't affected in any way, no headaches, no brain damage. So what is this addiction people talk about? What happens when they don't get it ?  I went around asking my friends about their addictions and came to know a lot more about them in the process. A friend said he really liked eating chicken when he was a kid, but he gave up eating non-vegetarian food when he was in class 8 and has never even had a thought of going back to it. He is too much into alcohol and cigarettes but says he can give that up too, just that he hasn't put his mind to it yet. Another person says she was addicted to medicines to overcome her OCD problems but then she has not taken the medicines for the past 1 year and is hale and hearty now. Now and then she goes through a phase when she thinks if she should go back to the medicines, but her resolve remains unshaken.
             Now I wonder if we are addicted to only things? When you fall apart with a person you love, life becomes miserable. Its very difficult to carry on. So does that mean we are addicted to people too?? But then we meet new people everyday. What are the factors which decide whom are we addicted to? I have been trying to think of 1 thing that I can say am addicted to but cant think of anything that stands constant.
I have my flings with movies, television series, cooking, music lessons but nothing lasts long. I get bored after sometime and go out to search something new again. So does that mean addiction arises out of boredom, and ends with getting bored with it? Or does it take more than boredom to get addicted? And what does it take to overcome that??

Memories

They are always there, lurking behind the shadows
Even when it seems you have forgotten all about it
When you are caught up with the new things in life
From nowhere, all of a sudden they come rushing to you
Embracing you in their mist
Making you happy and sad- both at the same time
You can't change them, you can only cherish them
Or try to forget them
They are the only bond with the times gone by
They are Memories, which take us back in time,
Which make us smile,
which make us cry, which make us laugh, which make us vexed..
Memories.. plenty remaining to be etched.