She. Part 1

Is she stubborn?! I asked.

Yes. Quietly but unhesitatingly came the answer!

She sat there telling me a story. She would pause every now and then as if realizing a new truth! As if, some sudden thought just struck her! Some detail she had missed noticing among all the chaos! And now she’s connecting those dots for the very first time!

When that would happen, her eyes would gaze through the glass panels adjacent to our table, while her and I sat facing each other in that busy café.

Her eyes looked tired. As if they carried the weight of a thousand injured birds who no longer are able to fly.

I wanted to say something comforting. But I sat there looking at her instead. I feared, all those injured birds would suddenly rush out and encircle me in complete rage! For I stole their silence! The only thing they have left! Their quiet refuge! In her heavy tired eyes.

So I just sat there.

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Image: Sam Burris/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!

12 thoughts on “She. Part 1”

  1. Nicely penned, Kat. It makes me want to find out more about this story you have just started. Love this image: “Her eyes looked tired. As if they carried the weight of a thousand injured birds who can no longer fly.”

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      1. My pleasure. Changes are good in our lives; they bring us personal growth despite the difficulties. I am sure what you are painting on your canvas will be a beautiful landscape with new horizons opening up to you where you will always have a positive part. 🙂

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