Another way to life!

He poured some love into my cup (a)

That was just an ordinary day, like all other days. There were no signs of great awakening, no symbols of any revolution.  As usual I was out at 'soulful cup' for a cup of coffee along my book. I have programmed myself this way from years and years: "People with noise and coffee with peace." It is my favorite place to refill my soul whenever I feel low.  I had chosen "40 rules of love" to reread and ordered Americano as it matched my mood that day. 

About "40 rules of love" it gives me strength and hope in difficult times. Coffee, as bitter as I was that day. I believe in synchronization with universe, that is why I am meticulous like matching the coffee, environment and book with my mood. I sat at my favorite spot, from where I can see the whole café and all the people around. As per course of routine, I started reading "40 rules of love" and after few minutes when I was following the lines: 

"Love is water of life.

And a lover is soul of fire! 

The universe turns differently 

when fire loves water " 

 I saw a guy entering the place in white shalwar kameez along two guys and a girl. He got my attention like he is a tornado in the middle of all civilizations. Why I said this, is because, he was portraying some abstract art, he was looking like a coalescence of serenity and perturbation. His cufflinks were intact while his hair were scattered. His clothes were cautiously dressed but his gait was carefree. I could read him, of course not all of him but a part of him.  I was mesmerized for a while and followed him to his seat. I realized later that I gawked him so long even he noticed this too.

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When I snapped out of all these thoughts. I started reading again and took a sip of my coffee and instantly I realized its bitter and I don't want it anymore. That's another thing with me, when I am mad or angry Americano does not taste bitter. So, that means 

"Something had broken my bitter harmony with coffee?" 

I was just pondering over all this. When I heard the announcement from counter that its Saturday special and Soulful Cup is offering "Stranger's talk" for next 60 minutes. 

Well !this cafe is an exception, they promote active listening and effective communication. In the week days they provide professionals to listen and counsel their clients. In weekends they do different group activities. This Saturday at 8-9 pm they were playing stranger's talk. People come here to get out of monotonous symphony of life. These people are open to do novel things and try little harmless activities which they really enjoy. 

Game begins 

As administration asked to shuffle. Everybody has to move from their seats and choose any seat in next 50 seconds and this next seat must be 30 steps apart from prior seat. It sounds strange but those who are in game, they feel it differently. The moto of soulful cup is to let people know irrelevant, distant and anonymous lives without any judgement. Because "every life has a different story to tell".  They adjusted lights in a way that you can't generally recognize your talking stranger. I mean you need to pay special attention and focus. Also some rules, that forbid boring introduction phase. You are supposed to talk randomly. Trust me, 50 seconds are nothing to decide anything rationally. All I did was, counted 30 steps and I am somewhere in the hall. In those 50 seconds all the people around you are moving too. So, its like a matter of chance that you are going to talk anyone you want. 

An hour of cosmic experience

After 50 seconds I was sitting in front of a guy. Under the dim light, when I focused on his features, he got little tilted but beautiful eyes. About eyes, people think that its about retinal hue which makes eyes pretty. Being a stanch eye lover, I can tell you that its about depth and purity of eyes. And I was beholding most beautiful and pure eyes, thin but very fine lips. From a distance, I could only see his white shalwar kameez but now I could see his physique too. He seemed like any sports man or athlete. He got a skinny body but nothing odd. I could feel his gaze at me. His gaze was as deep as his eyes were. I never felt this way ever before in my life. 

I was there, in front of a stranger. I was his stranger. He was my stranger. I had no idea what he was thinking about me, about us (I mean in that present moment ) and also if he had any idea how am I looking at him? I was even more curious about myself. I could not figure out why I am doing and feeling all this. How looking at him made me forgot my bitter mood.

We both were trying to find some come grounds to talk about. That perfect stranger scenario, with an hour in our pockets.