Coffee - Pen - Thoughts

#07 - Cup We had a electrical maintenance in our colony,  unfortunately it was between evening 3 to 6 , or should I say fortunate because it happened during Sunday and almost everyone was out and having tea together. It was like back to my school days times, we used to play in streets with the neighbourhood kids and our mothers would be sitting on the verandas , gossiping something. It was almost nearly same scenario. I was sitting near the staircase, coffee mug in one hand, mobile at the other, reading texts also screening the people simultaneously. I did not see my lawyer friend, has he started again to lock himself in the room again my mind was running with so much questions. Suddenly, a ball rolled down from the terrace to me, and the next door kid came down behind it. He asked me  "Akka give me the ball". I replied him  "Only if you join me in your game"  He became confused and said "Only captain can decide that"  and he pointed his hands towa

#06 - Cup Many of us ask the question " Why me?" . Smiling guys? Well I have asked like thousand times to myself "Why me?" but never got answer to that question. Let us see what happened when someone asked me the same question. I happened to meet my school friend in a marriage function. She is the Miss fame during the high school days. I have never spoke a word to her, and I am one of the humiliating species in her list, but to the surprise she smiled at me and she was with me the whole time in the function. When we were leaving, she asked me "Can we hang out for few hours?" We went to a park, she sat down and asked me "How are you? How is your life?" I replied her "It is good" . I just looked her back with a question on  my face. She understood my reaction " Yeah , I have humiliated , insulted even have tore you down in school but right now I feel like only you can possibly the one to comfort me" . She continued &

#05 – Cup “I know it’s been a crazy week for me, but I did not expect this to happen” I said so softly in low voice. “Then you planned to get killed yourself?” She was shouting at me. “I.. actually…“  I was struggling to put some words and justify something. Then came the other voice, “Oh please, Rithi , just shut up your mouth. I wish I had power to toss your brain back to senses” . When he opened the mouth I just hung my head down in guilty, because he doesn’t scold me at any situation and if he does I will not tell any word against him. He is usually the calm sea but when he rages, it is tsunami, so I just shut my mouth when he is in tsunami mode. You might wonder why they are scolding me. I should explain you a situation that happened that day morning. I have to return home from gym. I was standing at the gate and talking to few people in the gym. I felt something was pushing me from behind. I got a feel like I should throw up now. I thought something is troubling t

#04 - Cup I am being honest. I had no idea of what to put in the 4th cup. I was swinging up and down in the week, so nothing caught my eyes, nothing struck in my heart, nothing rang a bell in my head. The mind and heart never gets connected when you want them so desperately to stay in synchronized mode. One goes in left and other goes in right. Better the control should be given to only one thing, but in my case, I just give it to every organ I guess. So in this oscillating mood through whole week, I was fighting so hard to pay attention around me, so that I can come up with something. Then something really made me to think. My friend, more of close friend, he was talking to me over the call. We started something about, his relationship topic and then time flew just like that. I was feeling sleepy. I yawned, he laughed and said you should go and sleep now. I was in moral dilemma because when I hung up, I am going to go back to the bad mood, but same time, it did not feel right to

#03 - Third Cup Before you start to read, I am sure we might get conflicts between us in this concept. I myself thought to write it, because of the conflict that I got into with my neighbor. If you are thinking about the neighbor who lives upstairs, you are thinking exactly right. He is definitely having rough days. I saw him with non shaved face, red eyes, and a fake smile always. I also heard that he is been drinking alcohol every night. I found, that is totally true, when I ran into him at the terrace. He was starring at something. I walked casually to other side and tried to get a peek on what he is starring. It was hard to get a look, he is huge. I can’t see anything, but his long hands. I thought to give up, but then he suddenly turned to my side. We smiled at each other, in that small interval of time, I saw the thing he was looking at. Yes, as I thought, it was an invitation and without any further doubts, I assumed it as his girlfriend marriage invitation. I thought how cr

#02 - Second Cup "Little things make big difference". A usual proverb, that we have heard many times, said many times, felt lot of times and have forgot lot of times too.Read the sentence again, "LITTLE things make BIG difference".The words are opposite to each other but when they come together, they create a meaning that is so perfectly true. Do we really care about little things? Well I care about it only when someone doesn't care about little things for me. And I guess there are so many "I" like me.The things are really little to be taken care, but yet we forget to do so. Is it because, they are so little that we actually can't see them? If they are really that little then, they doesn't matter right? But why do they create such a big difference? Why ? The question I asked many times Why? I have a friend, who sends me texts all day and night. It starts with "Good Morning" and it goes on like, Have you brushed your teeth?

#01 - First Cup I was standing nearby the window, I happened to hear voices from my neighbor, he lives upstairs. He is almost in his early 30's, working in a law firm. All the weekends, he spends time with his girlfriend, in his apartment. I have heard their laughs, jokes, fights,arguments,makeups, not to mention other things. But this time I never heard his voice, only her voice. She was speaking in a plain tone, no expression, no feeling. I don't know why he was not talking, but she was not stopping either. I tried to listen keenly for his voice, and there I heard his voice finally. He said "I get it, You are breaking up with me". I was shocked. He continued,"It is for the Good, but it is not happy". I could not stand there anymore, I went to the sofa and turned on the Television. My hands were flipping channels but my mind was in his words. "It is for the Good, but it is not happy" Have we ever thought of asking to parents are elders when