Tag: love

On my 1st date, while I sat alone in the CCD, as my blind date get cancelled on the spot, I found something written on the table. I know it is offensive but those words are something like,”why life sometimes seems like burden?”. I don’t know, though I know it’s wrong, I wrote down,”cause, our needs are few. And our wants are many.”

Then I left the CCD with a pale face and pale Hopes.

As that CCD is my fav, I always used to go there to celebrate my victories and also to cry on my failures. That’s why I chose that one for my blind date. Cause where and there in my introvert Life that CCD is  a medium to be extroverted. I am so used to that CCD, that’s cappuccino, that’s smoky smells and with that any kind of geopolitics book. Yeah where and there after being a little writer I have a big eagerness to know about the political world around me and my world. That’s why according to all I am different from other girls. Yeah ofcourse I am different. My genes are different. My physics is. My chemistry is. Though there are 7 faces alike in the world, yet I am different from my point of view, from my way of analysing things, from my way of judgement, from my choice of outlook, from my choice of guys, from my choice of personality. Yes I differ from other girls as where they choose make up,looks, I choose intellect, words and thoughts to be processed. I was happy with my aloneness,but where and there at some point, that aloneness started judging me too. So I tried  blind date. But that one also judged me before dating me and I get dumped before. My bad luck.

Whatever…..

After that day, I came there another day. And the owner passed me a bill of some penalty money through receptionist as I wrote on the table. After all it was my fault. So I paid. The receptionist also delivered a letter with the penalty receipt. I took both of them and sat down on my sit by giving my usual order. And opened the letter. After reading this, I got that it was of that bench person. The Letter was, “then what should we do to make Life light?”. I replied,”Take interest in everything with less attached. I mean EXPECT less.” Then I delivered it to the receptionist and left the CCD.

Sometimes you get so upset with your life, that you failed to give attention to your atmosphere. And that was Happening with me those days. So I didn’t give attention to the penalty, to the receipt, to the letter and also forgot to ask the receptionist, about the letter.

Another day, I came to the CCD and sat on my fav window sit with regression for life. Cause I was bored with my situation, day-to-day same life, same lifestyle, same Boss, same colleagues, and yes same passions. That time I was needed some excitement in my life. Some newness. But I was so confused about what kind of excitement will change my life from frustrating one to entertaining one. At that very moment my eyes fell on the table, where something written down on the tissue.

Those were like, ” In the noise of life, I fear to be a noise. But I just wanted to be a symphony to be memorable for forever. So, for being someone’s favourite, does it need to change myself ? I mean if I don’t change myself, then what should be I am? A noise or a symphony ?”

I replied with another tissue,” if you try to change another one then you are noise. But if you are trying to accept the front person without changing them, then you’re the sweetest symphony an orchestra ever have .”

I left the tissue there. And CCD too.

But I realised I have left my clutch on the sit of the CCD. While I returned, I saw a person took the tissue and move ahead.

I was so astonished by this incident and followed him. But strangely he disappeared from my vision.

My excitement reached its pick.

I used to come to the CCD twice a week. But those times I came daily. And on daily basis I got letters like that and after giving answers I always get failed to get the person.

But through this an attachment get developed between two of us. With excitement it was thrilling too. Cause I don’t know who was he. How was he. But a basic idea was built in my mind that he was kind of me. Little introvert and little extrovert.

And that day on the reception, receptionist gave letter, ” does every flower bloom silently and falls away silently ?”

I got really really confused by this. And replied with a rose, “I don’t know about other flowers, but this rose needs it’s destination.”

After giving that I got comfortable on my window sit. With my fav order, I mean cappuccino my fav book “prisoners of geography” with a bucket of roses brought by someone with simple white shirt and blue jeans. All the staffs of the CCD and other customers were stood up with loads of excitement in their eyes.

It took a moment to understand me that this white shirt one is the letter man as well as the owner of the CCD with a common my type heart.

Fortunately that day was rose day; 1st day of valentine week. And with every increasing day my blind date got it’s true valentine for life.