If we were having coffee… I would tell you of my new work space. I would tell you of the mango tree in the house under which I usually put my chair and all my work paraphernalia. I would tell you how I love to be sitting amidst so much greenery, my writing pads perched on the ledges of the potted plants, the bees buzzing around me. I would tell you how the leaves rustle in the breeze and when it is still, the heat can be overbearing but I stay put.
If we were having coffee… I would ask you how you have been. I would give a rueful smile and tell you I haven’t able to call you much these past few months but you would smile and let me know that it is alright. We would sit together in comfortable silence, the way we have done in the past when we would lean back on the hard park benches, the metal bars still cold from the mountain air even when the sun was overhead.
If we were having coffee… I would tell you how I still look for flowers on trees when I go for walks. I would tell you that I try to fix the sight in my memory, not reaching for my phone to click them, as I have done in the past. I would tell you how I find the flowers and their beauty ephemeral and yet part of the cycle of life that stays unbroken and continuous.
If we were having coffee… I would tell you how much I am loving all the writing I am doing. I would tell you about the middle-aged man crazed with fear, of the young woman hesitating on the cusp of committment, of the little girl running down stairs with her silver anklets jingling – all characters in my stories. I would tell you how they occupied my mind and I had to live their lives in my mind before I could tell their story.
If we were having coffee… I would ask you if you still take a bus to a faraway destination, get down and then walk back home just for the love of walking in the hills. I would ask you if you are still doing all the crazy things that we used to do together. I would ask you if you still look for new trails, visiting the temples enroute and stop only when you reach the very end of the valley.
If we were having coffee… I would tell you that I now believe in journeys more than destinations. I would tell you that starting on a quest is enough and that the path clears as we walk on. I would tell you that I dream of walking with you once again.
My coffee posts are a mix of updates on what is happening in my life and reminiscing about the past on an imaginary coffee date with a friend. Tell ne what’s happening in your life in the comments to my post.
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