He was my cup of coffee, that strong cup, sweetened enough to raise my ruined moods and brighten my gloomy days; yes, he was my cup of coffee.
There was nothing so specific in him to draw me at first sight, he was not tall, nor handsome neither did he look like my knight in shining armor. He looked like a niggling brother to a rather more niggling sister who, as destiny would have it, was a good friend of mine. Being elder to her, and she being so much a pain in neck, it seemed like a twinge for him to drop her at tuitions everyday and pick her up, bearing all the idiotic crabbiness she possessed. I was so much used to see the regular drop n pick up scenes that it seemed like just another part of the routine sights which least bothered me. It was not any chilly December dawn, neither were there any flora and fauna singing, it was just another hectic day of the week when I saw this guy standing at the parking waiting for his dear sister who had an early class that day and failed to turn up after the class (it was later that I knew she had some extra lectures to attend), there was around 30 minutes more to go for my class to start and I was sitting there chit-chatting over no such interesting topics. I felt an urge to go and ask this brother of my friend what kept him so disturbed, so, I went, started with a ‘hi’ and yeah, had a conversation wherein we asked what we did, where we stayed and all such foolish introductory questions. That’s how I met Addy for the first time. Something changed that day, the way I looked at him changed, may be that was complete psychological, now that I knew him, we used to daily talk, chit-chat and gossip. Slowly we became close friends, so close that we would be waiting to met each other, and talk about all shit that came to our mind. It was fun, an amazing fun. One day his mom came with him and yeah, I was introduced as a great friend, and I swear, I am yet to meet another fun loving lady like her, she was gorgeous, young and looked nowhere like a mother of a 19 year old and 25 year old. She was fabulous. And again a new friendship bloomed. Parallel to all this happening, there was this friend of mine, Virat, who somehow feel heads over heels in love with me and I somehow did not like, or probably he was friend-zoned far before he ever thought of this. He was a good friend and anything above that or more than that was out of my thought process. While discussing this with Addy one fine day, he suggested a help to avoid this headache called Virat which he did not tell me then (it seems pretty idiotic when I think of it today). Addy went and told Virat that I was in a relationship with Addy and not to disturb me with this topic henceforth, thus the chapter named Virat came to an end. The funniest part being I was the last one to know about this and by this time already half the world believed we were dating. I ignored this as a joke when one day he confessed his feelings leaving me in utter shock. I was not ready for a relationship or rater I would say I was phobic to committing myself to a bond. We both had different goals in life and we were nowhere at a stage to give 100% to such a relationship. Things changed since that day, I somewhere loved him, liked him but I was nowhere ready to accept him, but we continued to be friends, I never gave him a reply and he never asked for one. He cared for me like no one would. The most amusing change I saw in him was that now he looked less disturbed dropping and picking up his sister, he found it a reason to meet me. Mornings for me changed as I waited for his messages to wake me up. Routines changed from going to college alone, to him dropping me every morning to him waiting for me for my classes to get over to pick me up. Routines changed from having lunch with friends to sitting under the old oak with him and having lunch while he helped me with my books. We were more than friends, less than lovers. I was his world and my world too was surrounded around him. Things went on like this for almost three years, going for movies, long drives and sharing everything from cup of coffee to books and food, there were to limitations to the beautiful bond. Time flew and I was in my final year while he got a job in Bangalore, Worlds felt apart for him, I was shattered beyond words could explain but then we decided, this was leading us nowhere, neither were we getting anywhere. Rather than hanging up with me to a nameless future, I persuaded him to join the job. I promised him to be in touch till the day I made my mind to commit myself to anyone. I kept my promise, but slowly persuaded him to move on, move away and move apart. It’s been 6 years, and things have changed for good. He is now engaged to the love of his life and so have I moved on marrying my love. I won’t say I was his girlfriend, yeah, may be Half Girlfriend!!!!! He is still my cup of coffee, a change being that I am now no longer addicted to coffee and we decided to be the Vodka for each other throughout life. We decided to be friends for life!!!!
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