I used to see him everyday from the window of my home. He would come and sit in the same corner seat of the restaurant on the same chair everyday. He would order a coffee and then take out his pen, paper and start writing. I couldn’t make out exactly what he used to write, may be some notes as he seemed young enough to be a college student. Or may be a story or a poem.
He could be a writer too, like me, weaving stories and baring his soul. I also would notice a girl, sitting on the opposite corner, talking, laughing, giggling with her friend, the owner of the restaurant. She used to keep observing and looking at the guy with the corner of her eyes, always with a smile on her lips and glitter in her eyes. She used to come everyday before the boy and leave only after he had left. Like a freshly brewed coffee, I could smell a love story brewing.
I would wish that someday the boy would notice the girl or the girl would muster courage and go and talk to the boy. This continued for few days. Suddenly one day the boy didn’t come.
The girl sat on her usual place but she wasn’t her usual self. She was restless and seemed lost. This continued for next two days. The girl used to come and wait, her eyes now stuck on the corner seat opposite to her but her smile gone.
The third day, finally, the boy comes back and the usual routine starts. The smile is back.
Suddenly it starts raining and the breeze blows away the papers from the boy’s table. The girl opens her umbrella and starts gathering the paper, worried as if she has lost something precious. She gathers few and goes to the boy who was busy collecting rest of the papers and hands those over to him. The girl then offers her umbrella to the boy who is getting wet in the rain. They both start walking on the road together under the umbrella, smiling and talking, as if they have always been together.
I was watching this as usual from the window. It was as if, I was watching the mirror image of my past. There was a love story then, there is a love story now. Some memories can never be forgotten.