SAFA ARTS AND SCINCE COLLEGE  POOKATTIRI  , ENGLISH DEPARTMENT (2014-2017)

SALVA P-VI SEM
             
  I don’t remember which day that I came to this coffee shop for having a sip of Frappe. I was eighteen and was a boy not a man. A servant brought a cup of coffee and I started to taste its each drops. I was the only person sitting lonely on the Dakota table without a companion. Sweet talks, jokes, laughs were filled in each table, except mine. I was surrounded by silence, felt like alienated.
              When I drank half of my coffee a lady came to the coffee shop. There wasn’t another vacant seat, so she shared mine. She ordered for Summer Latte. She was around twenty eight, bronze haired and tall and slim. She didn’t talk to me or maybe I wasn’t that smart to talk to her. My coffee was over and I got the bill. I took my wallet, but it was empty! The lady looked at me with her blue eyes and she understood my penniless face and she gave me an offer. I looked at her thankfully. She smiled and asked more about me. I opened my mouth to talk to a woman for the first time. She heard all my stories and watched my each moves.
            After having the coffee she asked me for a dating for the next day at the same place and at same time. I shook my head with a strange smile and she went without telling her name.
           While walking to the way to home, the whole path was filled with her perfume which had the fragrance of Lavender and the taste of Summer Latte that I drank the drops from her cup when she left. I got a new feeling which I never felt before, sometimes called love. That night, I was sleepless and dreamt like a girl.
              Next day, I came early to the coffee shop and waited for the lady. When the time struck, I heard the footsteps of a woman approaching my table. I started to wet by sweat and my heart beat faster than clock. I closed my eyes and refreshed my mind. When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman sitting on the next table and it wasn’t her. I looked at that woman hopelessly. I left the coffee shop without having any coffee and showed my anger towards the Bronze-haired Lady by throwing my empty wallet away.
           Years passed, but the coffee shop remained unchanged. Now I’m twenty eight and exactly a man, not penniless but millionaire. I’m sitting on the same Dakota table, alone, and having a Summer Latte.