Coffee Day

It was on September 21^st 2006 we planned to meet again after a long time. We had met at a PUB last time and had been a week or two since we saw again. Finally the day arrived when we planned to meet at Jayanagar 4^th block. Thanks to almighty for a day off to my office since it was her trip to Goa the very next day, if I am gonna miss this day probably it would take another 10 days to meet her again.

The time was fixed at around 11 am near puttanna theater. As usual this punctual guy was right in front of the theater sharply at 2 minutes to 11 am, and again as usual I called her to check where she was. After some conversation the time was postponed by 15 min, and again by another 15 min, and finally there she comes at around 12 pm. An hour of desperate wait to my love, I don’t know why but I was used to the concept of waiting on a date. At times it irritated me a lot, but I loved it, probably because every time she looked like an angel or because I loved her very much. All my fury, red hot face would end in smile when I saw the beauty and stood there motionless.

As expected the greeting, HI, with her hand stretched for the hand shake and with a smirk on her face. Damn I love to hold that hand forever, so soft, so smooth and so cared.

“Coffee Day” both of us said in unison. We walked to a near by Coffee Day. Walked, I mean walk, damn hard to match her pace. Guessed walk of mine would be stride for her.

150 yards of side-by-side walk with touching fingers, touching shoulders and touching *****. Don’t know what happens to me I dare to hold her in public places, for which she always teases me …. Thu Kapi [Monkey]. Thu – the word that every Kannada girl will use before they talk anything.

The only option left in the coffee day was the center table. Everyone enjoying at there own pace and at there own place. Apart from me everyone thought they had an opaque barrier around there table which made them to think that no one is watching them. By the way how does that matters for me, I don’t know but some how I hate privacy at public places.

“Shall we sit here?” I asked, as though we had corner seat options.

“Uh….hmm….yes” she said. Seems she didn’t like the center stage.

Both of us sat at the center. For a moment everyone stared at us as though we are center of attraction, then continued with there business at there own pace.

She started talking about her plans on Goa trip, for which I cared damn. I was just gazing at her face, lip movement, smirk, smile and tucking her hair behind the ear once in every 30 seconds.

“Shall we order something” she said.

“Yes” I said calling coffee day boy. Is this is what the purpose we were there?

I ordered one ‘Cafe Latte’, one ‘Cafe Mocha’ and one ‘Black Forest’. Black Forest – She loved the taste of it very much, I came to know about it only on that day.

‘Hats of’ to the creativity of Coffee Day peoples

There it was on the table ‘Cafe Latte’ with heart shaped cream on top and ‘Cafe Mocha’ with word LOVE written on it with chocolate, made coffee more attractive and romantic.

We both hated to spoil the creativity, but had no other way around. I tasted my first sip of ‘Cafe Latte’ but she was more interested on Black Forest.

“Hmm…Yummy” she said, tasting Black Forest.

“Yum Yum” I said, looking at a girl who was leaving the romantic place.

“What?” she said. “I said Yummy since the taste of Black Forest is good, but why did you tell yum yum? Have you tasted her?”

“She is awesome, looks sexy with good reflexes” I said

“Oh ok. How do I look?” she asked

Now this was the toughest question at me. Have to handle the situation in a way that should not hurt her and also not letting her down. I can’t see her looking down and dull.

“Uhhh…you…you look….you look like VYA VYA” I said with a big laugh, for which I got at least five beatings on my shoulder.

VYA VYA is a Kannada word, rather an expression, which signifies something is terribly bad.

We both were laughing at the sentence. Anyway why was she laughing? Was that a good joke or was a fact. But to be frank she looks very sexy, I mean, very sexy.

It was her time to sip the coffee ‘Cafe Mocha’, soft lips on the cup to sip the coffee. Damn I was going mad. For the first time I saw her so closely, I mean first time for that day I saw her so closely, her lips. Light pinkish colored, with no layer of lips stick on them, smooth small upper lip and thin lines on lower lip, unlike mine which had cracks.

We kept on talking, talking and more talking. About our friends, family and her plans to Goa, This time I was listening. She asked about Sandu, Rohini - my buddies.

At that moment I realized some of the famous dialogues that our groups, pancha pandavas + shakuni, use to say when we talked about girls.

Bhima’s dialogue: enamma barteeya, though he never used it before any girl
Dharmaraya’s dialogue: Wow that’s great….then? Like listening to a hardcore story
Shakuni’s dialogue: What are the consequences? That is what he is, always analyze all positives and negatives before starting anything, I mean, ANYTHING
Arjuna’s dialogue: Wha maamu, kya chees hey rey. This bugger talks over phone the whole night to a girl and finally ends saying that there is nothing in girls.

First, Second, Third …… after a few sips I could see the cream around her lips forming a moustache. Coffee cream on her lips seemed to look richer, more aromatic, tastier than coffee in the cup. I wished everyone in the Coffee Day goes blind for a moment so that I can taste the cream on her lips, rather the taste of her lips.

Do lips taste?

Oh GOD - I couldn’t resist it, reached closer, closer and closer. Think she got my intensions clearly. Smirking at my intensions and tucking her hair behind ears again. This time, when she smirked, even the thin lines on her lower lip disappeared. So smooth, so soft over her shyness, damn, I was going mad. Finally she put an end to all my intensions using a tissue paper.

Good that she did it at the right time, I thought. But some where in my heart the feeling to taste her lips along with the cream still remain fresh and alive.

Do lips really taste?

It was time for us to leave the place we thought; rather she was in a hurry to pack her stuffs and buying some things for her college trip to Goa.

Intentionally I had parked my bike quite a far place. I loved to walk side-by-side with her touching finger, touching shoulders and touching *****. I was silent and she was busy talking all the way back to the place where I had parked the bike. And finally she delivers it again – Thu Kapi.

We rode to the shops to get her stuffs for her trip to Goa. She speaks again.

“So” she said.

“So … So what?” I asked

“So where are you going to drop me?” she asked

After some conversation we finally settled to the drop till “Ramakrishna Ashrama”

“Ok. I will sit on the bike but on one condition” she said

Now what is this, I thought. “What’s that?” I asked

“You should use your braking system only if it’s required” she said.

“Excuse me” I said. I had hardly used the braking system till now with stops at every 25 yards while searching for her stuffs.

“Was that a hint for me to utilize the braking system properly OR you really meant it?” I asked.

“Option one” she smiled.

“Silly Girl” I thought. It’s difficult to understand girls but you know I hate those things at public places, but still I couldn’t keep my mind on roads whenever I used my brakes.

There comes the “Ramakrishna Ashrama” finally after an intentional long drive.

Now it’s the time to say adieu, shake hands and **** ***.