Mr.Tea and Miss.Coffee

In Uncategorized on September 30, 2013 at 6:13 am


She loved coffee, and i loved tea..
Yeah, it was one weird combination.
Our tastes were opposite.
I met her 4 years ago, like it was destinied.
It was at my cousins wedding. And She was there for her best friend.
It went this way, our first interaction:

It was morning breakfast session, i went to take some beverage for myself and she was there to have hers.
The old lady who was giving away tea/ coffee was too confused to give away tea and coffee, and like i was scared she
messed up with our orders.

I took a sip, And i was like, Oh no, this is coffee..
I looked around to find a bin, and i saw her there, i Questined her, Oh is it same with you?
I said “i too hate coffee”,  all i could see was her eyes looking at me with sheer anger,
She yelled, No , I love coffee, She gave me Tea.
How horrible could be our begginnig 😛

But surely we were destinied.
As the Grooms closest cousin, i was supposed to be with him on stage at his wedding,
And as she was Brides best friend, she was with her , for same reasons.

With all that fun we have in  any indian wedding, We had those silly-initial-fights.
You all know how it is to take groom and brides side in a indian wedding.

For the entire span of wedding, I Could only look at her, Actually her smile,
It was contageous, I couldn’t focus, it was mesmerizing, and i had alredy lost myself.

The tea-coffee fights continued, as i discovered we belong to same city and had put up in same area.
Sometimes, all we need to do is look around for hints, or omens, and know your destiny.
I saw her crossing the lawn, and it looked like she was on her morning walk.
I was amuzed and happy. Nothing stopped me from going to her and Speaking to her.
She was shocked too. I asked her out for a coffee and she smiled.
Later that day i discovered her whereabouts and completely knew we could atleast be friends.

The twist in the story came in when she started avoiding me. Not sure why. We had almost sipped 20-25 respective coffee-tea’s,
and i was pretty sure we were on great budding phase.

Then what made her avoid me, Was there someone else , or was it just the test of time.Not sure of what, i shifted my focus to different aspects,
and thought to give it some time and wait.

Like my story of destiny,  it clicked.  One day in the same cafe, when i was sipping my tea she arrived…

And she arriVed with a big story to tell.


And the story continues this way,
That day i was guilty, i missed him so badly all these days that i had no guts to tell him that i loved his company.
I had started expecting from him.  And it was too soon for us to take a step further.

But it had to happen. I sensed it wih destiny.
That day when i saw him in the cafe, i couldn’t stop my self.
I went there and i utterd “I am Sorry”.

And he was big enough to reply with compassion.
His talks mirrored love. I was amuzed not to see the anger and anguish.
Instead he showed me a different aspect of looking at things.
That day i learnt not to presume things.  But better off, everything worked.

We both smiled that day, He din’t needed my “I am sorry”.
All he needed was a smile. The long break had worked. We knew what we longed, and what we had got.

I closed my eyes when i hugged him and it felt like heaven.

I still don’t see where it is going and how it may lead. 4 years with a long break, and we still enjoy each others company.
The charizma we share is unique and i cant spell it in words.

4 years is too long, or may be too short. Let this be as it is, i pray to the lord.
Let him be Mr.tea, and let me miss.Coffee(or Mrs.Coffee Tea :D) forever.

4 years is too long, or may be too short.Definately, May be 🙂

Love happens, Only once.



Thank God!

In SwatyG on July 21, 2013 at 3:13 am

I had reserved for myself an AC chair class railway seat for my journey from Panvel to

Ratnagiri. The train arrived at Panvel station at 6:30 am. Since it was winter, there was

still darkness around.

I boarded the train, squeezed with my bag through the path between the rows of seats

to my place – C1-15. Luckily, it was a window seat! I put my bag on the rack and

made myself cozy and relaxed as the train moved. I was traveling in an air-conditioned

compartment and that was making me happier than my going to the destination!

But I was a bit disappointed by the blurred glass of my window. After I had settled down

completely on my seat, I saw at it again with frustration. But something changed my

I had seen some colour being absorbed by the sky. I wanted to see it clear. So, I rushed

out of the compartment, went to the open door of the coach, peeped outside. And what I

saw was wonderful!

The sun was emerging out of the mountains with utmost glory. I was mesmerized by

the sunrise as the first rays of the sun kissed my pupils to receive a soft hug of my

eyelids. I filled myself with fresh warmth and juicy hue of the rise as the cool breeze kept

on ruffling my hair on my forehead. In a few moments, the sun hid behind a forested

mountain, and from nowhere a white crane streaked across this green backdrop.

“Oh God! What a beautiful world you have created and what a lovely life you have gifted

me with!”, I thought.

I was so much lost in admiring the beauty that I had forgotten everything else until a

station obstructed my vision. The train wasn’t going to halt here and I saw the flag person

swinging out the green flag. I was now trying to know in which place I was gifted so

liberally. But since the sun had so whole heartedly pampered me for so long, my eyes

refused to strain themselves. Anyway, how does it matter?!

It has been long since I had seen a sun-rise. Well, let me make it clear that I am not a

late riser. 😉 What I meant to say is that now-a-day, we, the city people, are so deprived

of these simple and natural pleasures of life because of the artificial peaks erected all

over. We, due to our perfectly “understandable” situations, are made to underestimate

the nature. And hence, such wonderful moments of life, such precious gifts of God go

unrealized, unnoticed, unreceived.

As I was thinking of this, I saw in the expanse, which was running against me; a factory

belching out black smoke. I rubbed my eyes, gave a sigh and retired to my seat…

–Dhanashri Thakare.

Dhanashri, is an awesome writer based in mumbai. Her writings have a different reflection and take the reader to different level. She has published a book called “priya baba”(dear baba) dedicated to her grandpa.

The Cookie Thief

In Pranav Sorte on June 3, 2013 at 3:59 am


                   A woman was waiting at an airport one night, for several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to relax. She was lost in her book. Few moments later she realized, that the man sitting beside her, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between them. she tried to ignore to avoid a scene and chaos. So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, but the gutsy cookie thief decreased her stock of cookies. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would have blacken his eye.” With each cookie she took, he took one too and in the end only one was left, she wondered what he would do with that.

With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and though “ooh, Brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude !!”. few moments later her flight was announced. She had never known when she had been so sighed with relief when she heard that. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate. She refused to look back at that cookie thief. She boarded the plane and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete by then.

As she reached in her baggage to search something, she gasped with Big surprise. She found there her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes. Then she thought, If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share it with me.

But it was too late to apologize now. She realized with regret that she was the rude one, the ingrate & off course The Cookie Thief

Well somewhere somehow similar sort of stories might be happened with us too.. then how it occurs ? It happens when you jump to conclusions and skip over the truth & believe whatever your mind says to you.. these situations are really worst and painful when they end up with such misunderstanding, misconception and wrong conclusion. If you are lucky enough, you get chance to resolve it and restore back the situation but sometimes it is too late to make amends…

So if next time you come across this sort situation, before making any conclusion, do remember this “Cookie Thief”  🙂