One With The Latte

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She sipped her hot coffee and subconsciously sighed. Outside the window, she watched the world pass by. Elderly men driving their wives, probably to their kitty parties and supposedly hating the task; younger boys on their bikes, with the ladies holding on to them for dear life; kids in their buses, heading home from school.
The weather was pleasant. The sun was going to bid adieu in an hour or two, and the sun rays kissed the glass windows of the coffee house, warming Sarah’s hand pressed against it.
Her sun-lit face was noticed by none. She was just a silent girl in the corner who came in every alternate day, ordered the regular latte, and just sat near the window, observing people on the street. Maybe she made up stories about them in her head. Maybe she came in expecting somebody to show up. Maybe she’d hug them and they would tell each other that they came in at different times and missed the other. These, however, were just some of the many possibilities of Sarah’s everyday life.
The brown eyed girl looked at the watch.

 

 

 

It was 6:30 pm, the bigger handle at six and the smaller one just a little past six. Sarah smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. The sun was going down, and the dark was slowly taking over. She was dressed rather impeccably for somebody who sat alone so often. She wore a soft, peach coloured shirt paired with cotton trousers, usually striped. She often wore a long chain, extending till her abdomen. Beside her would be her long black coat, her hair were often let loose. She wore no jewellery except this vintage white gold ring adorning the ring finger of her left hand. Engaged? Maybe. Or maybe she wore it as a statement, or maybe she just liked wearing it that way. There was something about her that made her unconventionally attractive. Her eyes were lined with kohl, her lips touched with a hint of cherry coloured lip balm. A lady like her, she probably smelled really good. Maybe of flowers. Yeah, she looked the kind who would apply a summer scent. Sarah wore flats or ballerinas, and would sit either with her legs crossed or simply together. She was the coffee house’s muse.
One day, she didn’t show up at the coffee house, and I wondered why. Maybe, she was late, or maybe she has other plans. Sarah was however, always there at the coffee house. I knew her name when I overheard a conversation between her and a waiter.
“What can I get you today, Sarah?” the waiter had asked.
“Oh, the usual. Regular latte please,” Sarah replied in a low, sweet voice.
That was the first and only time I heard her speak. She talked to the waiters in an almost inaudible tone. (Probably because I was at a distance.)
My mind was really distracted because of Sarah’s absence. Where could she possibly be?
Few minutes later, the wind chimes jingled and I looked up. It was Sarah, and there she was with someone! A rather well built man, dressed in a Yankees tee shirt and jeans held Sarah by her arm and they were laughing! Sarah, for a change, was dressed in a floral print tee shirt and skinny jeans. She wore boots and had her tied up in a messy bun. She never looked so happy! The happy couple (safe to assume, as he kissed her forehead and cheeks often), walked up to the coffee counter and ordered hot chocolate. They sat at Sarah’s favourite place and held hands. They chatted away, constantly laughing. He would say something, probably crack a joke and Sarah would tilt her head back and laugh whole heartedly. There was something about those two that made me happy about their cheerful presence in the café. A waiter went over to their table and placed their mugs of hot chocolate and marshmallows on the table. They seemed to have a conversation with him, and he congratulated the happy couple.
When the waiter came up to give me my cappuccino, I couldn’t resist myself. I asked him about the man with Sarah.
“Oh, that is James,” he said, “James is Sarah’s husband. He is a marine engineer, so he comes home every six months.”
My eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Did they meet here?” I asked.
“You bet they did! They even had their first date here. They have been one of our most regular customers in the past seven years.”
Seven years, wow! That was a really long time. They were supremely lucky to have this kind of love.
“They even invited the entire staff to their wedding. They are really wonderful people,” the waiter continued, “Anyway, if you don’t mind, I have tables waiting.”
“Yes, sure. Thanks,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the beautiful pair.
After a while, I got up, wore my coat and glanced at the couple for the last time, walked out of the coffee house. The entire way home I thought of how some people managed to find their soul mate and it works out perfectly for them. No complications, no stresses, no worries in their lives. Of course, the bad days always come but they don’t really stay. It’s all about the journey, the ups and the downs, and the support and silence, the happy and the sad moments which make or break a relationship. I guess in the end, it really boils down to how much you want it.
I looked up towards the heaven and silently thanked God for introducing me to Sarah and James. They made me believe that no matter what, things will work their way out, particularly if I wanted it enough.
“He loved her for almost everything she was and she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.”-Brian Andreas
~ Maimoonah Hassan | Edited by Aditi Dhasmana

 

 

 


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