DISCLAIMER: THE EVENTS ARE REAL
An eternity ago, I had a plan of spending an eternity with someone and she used to make fabulous tea. Till this day, I drink a minimum of five cups of tea each day. So, obviously, I believed that the universe was at work in my favour. But apparently, the universe was writing a bad movie plot.
So, an eternity ago, when we were becoming certain that things were falling apart between us, I was one day in a tiny room with her. I sat in a chair, with a cup of tea in my hand prepared by her and she sat six feet away, on the ground, surrounded by many empty bottles and a bucket of water. She was filling the bottles with water when I started laughing hysterically.
So, an eternity ago, when we were becoming certain that things were falling apart between us, I was one day in a tiny room with her. I sat in a chair, with a cup of tea in my hand prepared by her and she sat six feet away, on the ground, surrounded by many empty bottles and a bucket of water. She was filling the bottles with water when I started laughing hysterically.
“What are you laughing at?” she asked, a bit confused. “Is the tea not okay?”
“You make the best tea,” I answered, trying to calm myself down and realizing that my association with my sloppy and dark humoured friends over the years had given me the superpower to laugh at sad situations.
“I am just wondering, this could be one of the lasts of the best tea that I’ll ever have,” I said, reducing my laughter to a giggle.
She just removed her eyes off my face to the bucket of water and resumed her work of filling them. The tea was fabulous, as usual, and that was actually the last cup of tea that she made for me. I left as soon as the cup was emptied.
Two Sundays ago, I found her standing on the side of a lonely road trying to find an empty auto. She didn’t realize when I reached almost next to her. I wanted to just keep walking like strangers would do, but I felt like I would be cursed by the universe with having to drink terrible tea all eternity if I didn’t talk to her. I stood a few feet away from her and waited for her to realize my existence. She did soon.
“How are you…(uncomfortable silence)..doing?” I asked her in the most awkward way possible.
She nodded and shook her head confusingly while smiling with her lips sealed. She was clearly taken aback that I was trying to talk to her after many a year.
“Good enough?” I said.
“Good enough,” she returned, still nodding and smiling. I nodded, turned and started walking away. An empty auto passed me and I looked back to see if she could stop it. I saw her making a small negotiation with the driver, sat inside and drove away in the opposite direction.
Whoever she is going to be with, the guy is going to drink some fabulous tea.