A Cup of Coffee
I filtered his tea carefully, without a spill and placed it on the tray, besides his breakfast and along with a little paper heart. I stepped out of the kitchen to serve his 6 years routine.
He sat there calm, busy reading the media jargons, later than the whole world. I place the tray on the tea table, "Hey! Here's Your tea!" I informed and went back to the kitchen. I made myself a coffee, my only constant love and walked to the balcony.
The sky was dark, painted with grey clouds, ready to almost burst out and shed all that it has inside. I took a sip. A droplet landed on the balcony grill. I stared at it and I stared at clouds, wondering if the rain ever died to prove it's worth to the little children that it is as good as summer, and stays quite till it can't hold enough? Such stupid thoughts.
I take another sip. The drops started falling, one after another. I wonder if he had ever forgotten her, does my face reminds her, that he feels I would leave too, that he is afraid to love again. The past 6 years we have been married, I wonder if, even for a second, has he thought if I am beautiful, if he wished to ever touch me, or look at my face for hours.
I stare across the hall, in our bedroom, at the small picture of his first betterhalf when she smiled for the last time. I gave up on my fantasies and smiled at the wet trees outside. "I understand" I murmured.
A mouthful sip this time, and the rains were pouring heavily, the roads, the vehicles, the houses, the trees and my eyes, all wet.
I stood there, just gazing at the view, when I felt his hand over my waist, I heard him breathing, I turn around and he smiled. The rain lasted for the whole afternoon.
I got up late that evening, went to the kitchen and filled 2 cups of coffee.
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