Sipping on my fav mocha, my eyes where lazily scanning the café where we usually spend our coffee breaks. Choosy are they were, plus the past track record supporting strongly, my eyes was on the verge of losing all hope of a beautiful sight. Amidst all glitz and glittering accessories my eyes rested on a back of a girl with carelessly tied hair, and it doesn’t take an expert to deduct that the quality of those strands were top bracket. Intrigued as I was now, exploring further I saw a simple white shirt and a pair of simple denim Capri with a flat chappals, which she so gracefully supported. For me if its denim it ought to be blue and plain denims with no extra innovations from the tailor, well the pair of Capri was just the same and I so wished to thank her for that. Engrossed as I was in this girl, all the comments and office gossip of my colleagues were falling on deaf ears.
Going against the saying” curiosity kills the cat” i had made thousands of plans inside my head how I would see her face. “Your Bill sir” the damn waiter said these words shattering my plans.. Cursing him from bottom of my heart, I reluctantly headed for the door leaving my mind behind.
As expected I was haunted by her thought and suddenly the café became the most important place for me. Never had so many mochas in a week but all in vain. Optimist as I was, i started visiting alone also which in past I seldom did. Being lunch hr, the café was particularly overcrowded that afternoon, much to others annoyance I was occupying a table for 4, gazing to the seat where I saw her which unfortunately was occupied by a real fat guy today. Just then I was woken up from my slumber of thoughts by a sweet voice “ Can I take this chair pls” a girl asked me, I replied with a nod and got a Thank u and a smile from her. I had never seen such a beautiful smile on such a beautiful flawless face in my life and at that moment my belief in god grew stronger.
For a moment I totally forgot about the reason of my increased frequency in this café. A push on my chair brought me back to reality and this is when I realized there were other people also in the café besides her. Difficult as it was to take my eyes off her, somehow I managed it as my conscience was screaming “Betrayal” on top of its head. But for the first time I was against the saying “Out of sight out of mind”. Holding on to the last strand of loyalty I helped my self out of the café, but didn’t realize that my car keys were left behind. With mixed feelings as I entered the café, I could not find my keys on my table and as I was about to leave someone tapped on my shoulder and it was the waiter with a smile on his face and keys in his hand “ your keys sir” he said. Before heading for the door I wanted to have the last look, but her back was facing me and all I could catch a glimpse of was her “Carelessly Tied hair”.