A city where the Silk roads doesn’t seem to move smoothly
like its name and places named after LIC policies- impatience is available on
the go. As the metro moves seamlessly without disturbing the life below, a
couple of ‘not so’ strangers (who know each other) decide to get a cup of
coffee, in a Fortune 500 US Based Outlet in a mall, which is considered an
architectural beauty. Travelling up the hills, away from home to meet a person
who travelled towards home, from the state of ‘Amma’, a day late, as the roads
weren’t silky enough. The orders were placed and they both would forget what
they were about to drink, especially the one who just said ‘Anything is fine’,
as it was being placed. A brownie was added to it, which wasn’t cursed. They
didn’t have anything to catch up, but sitting on a wooden table next to each
other with exotic cups of coffee placed in front of them, looking out into the
lives of people that didn’t matter and looking into each other’s life as it
would change drastically like the taste of coffee did, as it lost its heat. The
past that brought them to the present giving them topics to discuss, getting to
know the other and having slight measure of the future, but unsure about it.
Yet we live another day, breathing in and out somewhere in this world eating a
brownie that isn’t cursed. The ‘not so’ strangers were strangers at one point,
must have been and then, the brownie placed somewhere in some kitchen baked for
the ‘not so’ strangers. And then when a
stranger eats it up; the ‘not so’ strangers for whom it was meant to be and the
one who baked it would have placed a curse on the stranger and the stranger
would have never been in the present eating the brownie, that isn’t cursed. But
he is, because the curse was never meant to be. But now having thought about
it, as the curse was never placed but only the brownie was. It’s a boon in the
form of this eggy chocolaty paradise, as the fork cuts through the cracks,
leading to further talks and changes in the world. Every single word that comes
out into the universe through them, leading to events, putting dents paving the
way for the events occurring right now- the words being typed right now…
If you’re A poet A misfit A dreamer A schemer A rebel A loner A doer A thinker Please For the love Of the universe Don’t change A piece of blue paper with these words on it was handed to me on a bowl with many others, with different quotes to it. The universe chose this for me, amongst all the other chits of paper, stuck between my fingers as I lifted it from a ‘bowl of quotes’ placed at our table along with the bill at a café, in the narrow lanes of Udaipur. With partially digested pasta with pesto and a shot of caffeine in the form of Irish coffee, I was hit with strong words making me ponder about- What am I doing? - in middle of the largest state in the country. Of all the café’s in all of Udaipur, I walk into this and this little blue paper falls in between my fingers. I was lost in a sea of thoughts, each word playing on repeat in my head as I walked down the narrow lanes towards Bagore ki Haveli, again. I couldn’t hear the words of my friends, just s...
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