COFFEE .... CONVERSATIONS ... AND MORE

It was one of those lazy afternoons when the table tennis court was not available for our routine post-lunch-games. It was too hot to go out for a walk. The inactivity was killing. We loitered in the garden area of the office premises, inhaling the stray cool breeze that came our way. We were laughing about something that my friend shared when a guy passed us.

‘Hey’ my friend greeted him.

He halted in his tracks ‘Hey, Hi!’ he exclaimed.

‘Long time!’ they both echoed in unison and laughed.

Laughter is contagious and we were already laughing before he passed by, leaving the smile lingering on my face.

I kind of continued to smile or maybe smiled a little more if that was possible in response to the laughter happening around me.

They happened to be old colleagues now working in separate functions and the guy had then moved on to another office in another city.

They continued to chat, and I had nothing to do but to be a silent observer of their conversation.

They guy kept sending furtive glances my way as if beckoning me to be a part of the conversation.

I am of the reserved shy types thus kept to myself. He kept glancing at me and smiling at me and I kept ignoring him. I was the passive participant of their conversation.

‘It was nice to meet you after such a long time!’ he said after a while.

‘Same here.’ My friend replied shaking his hand.

‘I am sorry, I know it sounds weird, but I have forgotten your name’ he said sheepishly.

My friend laughed and introductions were made once again. He then turned to me and asked.

‘And, what is your name?’

I smiled … guys! They are so predictable!

The moment he left my friend punched me in the arm and said …

‘All his drama was just to get himself introduced to you!’

I wonder why I got punched in my arm?

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© Swarupa Chavan

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