Was sitting by the french window of my favourite coffee shop.. sipping the blend of crushed cocoa beans and irish whisky.. and I saw him..His eyes were looking down to earth.. and I was held loved, with the umpteen emotions of those bowed eyes.. the shy, so uncommon of a guy..the guilt, I melted by..the past that was adrenalINg in him, shocked me off..and with the tinge of burning sip, I was back with the blend.. I saw those bowed eyes again..and smiled @ myself for not considering the emotion of a gentleman.. yes, those eyes were bowed in effort of making me comfortable..he was indeed a gentleman..
and Me.. I smiled again..@ the story around..shy, guilt and past.. I am a writer..no doubt..
I was sipping again.. this time with more life.. :)
Inspiration Courtesy : The guy in the coffee shop..whoever you were gentleman, thanks for coffeeeing me ;)
Finally non-TCSers will be able to read ur write ups
ReplyDeleteI am taking that as a compliment... :) Thanks for stopping by n reading..
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