Innocent Lover

the scintillating aroma
brushing past the nose

intoxicating sensitive senses
aggressive to take one dose

the fervor in its flavor
eyelids ready to not close

its Coffee
‘my innocent lover’
over Tea today
which I chose

by
Kritika

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Photograph by Kritika

mY cUp oF CoffEE

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My Cup of Coffee: ‘ Relax. With every sip try aligning your thoughts in a presentable manner’
Me: ‘So you can talk?’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Yes. Well, you have to be a good listener for it.’
Me: ‘All ears.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Funny. How are you listening to me now?’
Me: ‘It is my imagination you see. I am making you talk.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Why?’
Me: ‘There is no one to talk to and I need something to write upon.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Why me? I do not like talking. I am to be felt.’
Me: ‘But I want you to talk. Be my muse for this night.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘I won’t. Period.’
Me: ‘Want to write humour.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Do you find me humourous?’
Me: ‘Let me think. Will get back on this one.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Did you prepare me for consumption or hearing your nonsense?’
Me: ‘Ah, you are cold.’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘I am in REALITY cold now.’
Me: ‘Poor me. You want me to throw you?’
My Cup of Coffee: ‘Better than hearing your nonsensical talks.’

by
Kritika

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Love: Short Term

Now she knew what Love is. Three months ago, silent voices of frustration echoed in her mind. The search for a permanent solution from past many years was still on. Long walks under the moon light continued giving her courage. But till when she should depend upon patience?

A hope that things will be alright, she focused on herself. Her professional life was more of a burden but her hobbies made that easy. Strength training early in the morning, writing blog and evening walks. A schedule she maintained and followed along with the three activities which were her life.

Heartily she had been confiding all her feelings to the celestial body since the day she understood her parents were managing their relationship somehow. Considered Moon to be her only friend, she shared all her problems and together they would find the solution. Her girlfriends were equal to nothing when she found out that they were jealous of her and gave her advices which complicated her life. Why? She never asked and got herself free by cutting them off from her life.

The desperation overpowering her controlled emotions was igniting frustration. Desire of being physically attached bloomed when she saw a charming guy staring at her. There were 11 people in the café that day including the three waiters and the accountant. Sitting at the left corner table diagonal to hers, he signalled by his hand to ask for if he could join her. She innocently agreed with a nod and the conversation started. His blue eyes took away her heart but her mind poked to wait as she was aware of the current scenario and her observation power was good.

Two three meetings converted to satisfaction of physical needs, which she was desperately waiting for. He made her feel comfortable, a warmth she felt and his way of treating her made her to assume he loved her which she wanted but he was not the right guy. Two months of togetherness came to an end when he rejected to meet her every time she asked him. She then dropped the idea of meeting him ever and straightened her spine to focus on priorities.

Coffee in hand, after a month at the same café, she thought about her seriousness towards the guy and the web of love one romantically weaves. Her long walk after coffee, she discussed the same with the Moon and concluded that one can find Love for short periods as well. Lying in bed she wondered how many hearts he must have won.

©Kritika

This is Novembers FURIOUS FICTION story which I wrote. Not the best of what I wanted to write. Its just I don’t know what. I did not like the story this time. I guess its part of the process of learning.

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