Stories From My Cafe Days

“She Wanted Me To Help Her Bury Her Heart”- Part II

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She began to describe the cold freezing enclosure, she again found herself suddenly entering, after hearing ‘his’ words the other day! She described how familiar that enclosure had become!

She sat there, talking. I was trying to remain clam, quietly listening, while following her words, the sorrow in her eyes and the slow fainted tapping of her fingers. Her fingers would alternate softly between the edge of the table, and the side of her cup. Like a little scared prayer to The Gods, to have ‘his’ hand, her lover’s hand, there underneath hers! Instead of the edge of the table, or the edge of the coffee cup! But his hand wasn’t there…and her heart continued its rhythmic quiet weeping. All her fingers could cling on to, was a cold edge of an unassuming little square table, and a lukewarm..edge of a cup.

Her grace that I’ve always admired whenever she used to drop by for her coffee and chat! Was getting dragged down by the weights of her words, and chocked up tears…I wanted to pick it up.

Instead, little by little, I watched her beautiful grace weep! Who knew that someone’s grace could actually weep! Hers certainly did. Or was it her heart?! Doing all the weeping?! It started to get confusing…

All I knew was, hearing that thud noise of her heart’s broken pieces meeting the ground as she talked and talked, was getting louder and more frequent…And it didn’t take longer for me, until I could sense my own ‘anger’ rising! Its little bubbles, forming.

I wanted her to stop talking.

I wanted to scream ‘he’s not worth it’…

How could she be this blind?!


Photo: Marco Bianchetti/Unsplash

Author: Kat

I used to work as a graphic designer, until one day I was tragically and blissfully hit by two colliding meteors! One caused my falling in love with the world of coffee! And the other resulted in me falling out of love with the not so wonderful and nearly suffocating office culture! I left the glamour of the design world, and opened up my little café! Those were the best years of my life! I say ‘were’, because (wait! May be another time! But please do ask me if you ‘must’ know and can’t sleep tonight unless I tell you!) For the past three years, I have been living in a pyramid shape house in a middle of a green forest in the summer; a green forest buried underneath lots - I mean LOTS - of snow in the winter. I used to ‘think I still do ;)’ love the city! With its buzzing energy! I love to travel and seeing different food and coffee scenes...preferably alone! visiting ‘quirky and unusual’ places! I do not love visiting museums, hugely commercialized areas, malls and landmarks! I love old and full of heritage ‘anything’! I also love, to sit in a busy coffeeshop ‘reading quietly’ and not talking! Talking exhausts me most of the time! Watching the world unfold.. and thinking ...never does!

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