23rd march:
Looking outside through the window pane of the coffee house, i try adjust the mustache in my reflection; I suddenly realize that its 23rd of March and in that moment all the joyous atmosphere vanishes. Pfff!
The organoleptic cells, that added romance to the place, resisted the rich aroma of the place. In the blink of an eye the contents of the menu became less promising. Checking out all the options 3-4 times, i decided to go with my all tym fav. Soon, I started to look for something that might calm down my tug. Devil's frappe & ghostly brownies seems absurd now.... Awaiting for the strongest coffee, the white napkin with red bubble caught my attention...
After desperately trying for trillions of nano seconds, the white piece engraved in blue didn't seem to make any sense. The urge to write just two lines for the Legends increased my restlessness.
Once soul savior; have failed to provide the necessary outcome...
As i look around the house, i see ppl enjoying there drinks and having a tym of their life.
In one corner on a Japanese, TV, that must have been made in Thailand, India & Aus are playing which except the teenage coffee server nobody is bothering to look at.
Two napkins; and still nothing productive...No words to match the greatness of the legends.
Ghar vapis laut'te samay; raaste ke beecho beech ek khayal zehan mein aa atka.....
checkbook kholkar; ek check ke peechhe yaad rakhne ke liye fauran likh li woh do lines...
zulm khud pe bhi kiye; dilaasa auron ko bhi diya
jeena murdon ko sikhaya; jo khud kuch pal jeeya...
(a tribute to the legends)
- harry5013
