Rehan sat in the café, staring outside, reminiscing the good old days.
Those were the days when there were no hushed up mornings, no fleeting deadlines and days were not segmented into hours of meaningful existence.
She was like the sweet smell of jasmine which lingers filling you with intoxicated frenzy, long after you have stepped away from its vicinity.
They drifted apart and he got busy following the hackneyed course of life.
He bumped into her one day. She looked the same, yet she looked different.
He got to know that she was a widow.
He remembered how she used to call herself a ‘coffee fanatic’.
Today, as they sat next to each other, she said she does not drink coffee anymore.
Where was his ‘coffee fanatic’?
He was determined to bring her back. For her sake and for his sake, mostly. Yes, he was a selfish man.
He called out, “Two cups of latte please”, while she looked at him unbelievingly.
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