“So what are you going to do?” She asks.
I thought for a bit. I observed the customers in the old cafe. Many were busy talking to each other, others were too busy indulging in their respective food. I observed, took in everything and after a good minute of silence and pondering, I looked into her eyes. They were glistening with curiosity and care.
“So?” She asks again.
I take a deep breath in and I reply “Probably write a book.”
She sips on her coffee which was still warm as I could see vapor oozing out of it. She sips it slowly, taking her time. Indulging in the taste, taking in what I just replied. And then she nods, “That’s a good start. But what are you going to write about?”
I observed her. The cup of coffee she was still holding in her hands, her thin fingers grasping both sides of the warm mug.
“I don’t really know” I sighed finally. “Probably write something different.”
“So you’re writing to be different or writing to tell a story?”
I didnt’t get her, so I obliged her to explain.
“See, if you want to write something different, you’re defeating the purpose of writing by itself. Write from the heart and write whatever you want regardless of what it is.”
She had a good point.
“In the end of the day, regardless of what you write, regardless of who read it, only you know that whatever you wrote, was written from the heart” As she finished saying it, she takes a sip of her warm coffee again. Slowly, but surely, she sips it and lets the coffee mingle with her tongue in her mouth, allowing her tiny taste buds to bath in the glory and everlasting delight of a fresh cup of warm good coffee.
I sipped on mine. But I gulped it down in one go, not allowing it to be in my mouth for long. I’m not much of a coffee person as she is. But I took in whatever she just said, letting that thought to mingle with my brain cells.
“If given a choice to write, what would you want to write about?” This time it was my turn to ask.
“Good question” She played with her cup of coffee, observing it’s content, slowly rotating the cup in her hands. Then she puts it down, looks at me and says, “Good question.” She smiles.
I smile back.
“Fine.” She says. She takes a deep breath in. “Let’s start with a story.”
“Alright” I say as I adjust myself in my seat, moving forward so that I could hear her better.
“There’s this girl” She says as she thinks hard.
“And there’s this boy” I continue.
“Right! A girl and a boy and they meet each other in a coffee shop.”
“They meet each other in a coffee shop after 4 long years of absence”
“Nice. I like the sound of that. They were once lovers.” She continues.
“But wait stop.” I stopped her.
She looks up at me.
“Why does it have to do with love?” I ask.
She thinks hard and then replies, “There are many books written about love but probably your’s can be a little different.”
I thought for a bit and then shook my head. “Nahh not love. It just gets too depressing in the end.”
She continues staring at me, “But no one views it as differently as you do Sukhbir. Your view on it is very…. how do i put it?” She pouts her her mouth to think real hard.
“Different?” I ask.
“No. Not different.” She raises her finger. “Your view on it is very.. honest and innocent.”
I laugh. “What’s that suppose to mean?”
“You’re very naive but it’s a good quality. It’s your strength” (A week later, I meet another person who says the exact thing. “You’re innocent. Like a child. But that’s your strongest point and not your weakness”)
I pondered on what she said.
A month later, I scraped the idea of writing altogether but I finally found what I really want to do with life.
I want to be a journalist. Brush up on my writing skills. Write and learn as much as I can and then one day write a book. I have so many ideas for a book in my head, I just don’t know how to put them into words.
There’s this famous song by AR Rahman that goes something like this, “Everything I want to say, my words always fail me.” To me it applies in such a way where when I want to express something or explain something, I can never seem to find the right words to say them. And many people always always misunderstand what I’m really trying to say.
I’m looking forward to working on this flaw of mine.
Anyways, if the book’s well received and turns into a best seller, probably wins a few awards, I’ll turn it into a movie. An award winning one.
Then I’ll be really satisfied.
I’ll retire and live in a small cottage by the hills filled with green meadows. Probably own a farm.
Yeah the dream is a little farfetched but hey it’s worth the try.
Funny how the Universe works. As for my coffee friend, thank you 🙂