After a long time of comfortable silence
came a table boy of 18 for the order......
We ordered same coffee at the same time
and burst out laughing on this coincidental situation....
The boy laughed too and returned to place the order
All the thanks to him or else the starring would have gone forever.........
From there our conversing started
with a non stop break and cups of Coffee.....
He said he was a traveler,
had seen all places in North India
and now wish to go South........
He has stopped by this hometown of his
to gather the remains as his folks passed away a month ago....
Not with enough fortune but enough to fulfill his dreams
he was now a lonely fella having only traveler bag on his side...
I empathized him though I had my folks, who
loved me dearly, but as a lone child with the parents working
I was often left with my solitude company......
He told me stories of different Rains, different people and different places
And though I had never stepped a foot out of this town
I lived those places with his beautiful memories's aid..........
He spoke so lively pouring his heart
that I deliberately forgot that the rain has stopped.....
YOU ARE READING
Traveler, Coffee and Rain
PoetryIt is the poetic short romantic story of how writer and traveler meet.......how the relation takes beautiful turns in short period of time.....and whether the writer will follow her heart and go with him or will she remain in same old place...
