The battle of eX and whY's...

I don’t like coffee. To be honest, I hate it! My morning refresher is a hot cup of cocoa and milk. Breakfast is squared up by a sweet muffin or doughnut and thank you, but cereals are just munchies!  This morning however I ordered myself a cup of coffee!

Its not typical me…sitting alone in a coffee shop dressed in a party gown at 8 in the morning. Smudged make up, hair undone..i guess it just says a lot about the night just spent!

The long stare at my ring was interrupted by the stewardess saying,” enjoy your coffee!”

A drop of tear rolled down my cheeks as images blurred, of events that happened last night and memories kept secured in one forgotten corner of my heart !

Last night…

It was a fund raiser for our Organizations’ humanitarian objectives. Quite a cliché when u think about why a multibillion dollar Co. needs such funds, don’t they already have enough to donate for charity? 

I was the host/ presenter or whatever title suits my role in this event. From attending to the guests, addressing the attendants and everything else that needed to be taken care of, I was responsible.

Everything was clocking up to satisfactory levels, and it was time to address the house. I wasn’t nervous; but then I fumbled…it was a noticeable pause before I could gather myself and continue with the speech. I might have hurried up to conclude everything I had to say…quite unlike, but it happened!

Across the hall, in the corner I saw him; and that’s when my heart grew erratic. Adorned in an expensive  suit , his fingers  clutched against a glass of scotch…a debonair he appeared… yet, to me he seemed so familiar! It was hard not to gaze at him, but I managed to evade his eyes. I could feel his eyes on me, and that made the time on the podium so challenging. The façade was interrupted by the applause of the crowd. I took a deep breath.

What is the remote probability of him being present at this Hall, its impossible, but yet he was there. My mind started measuring the reasons for his presence only to be interrupted by the familiar voice! “Leave some wine for your guests, dear!”

 He was there standing right in front of me, and I couldn’t make him disappear! Inside of me, I battled a volley of a thousand emotions and questions, but I stood still. As calm as I could allow myself to be! I wanted to hold him, slap him, fight with him…take an account for all my tears and sleepless nights. But I said nothing! I held on to my defenses!

I was falling weak, the switch from wine to hard liquor had chinked my defenses. My limitless efforts to steer clear from him was futile. Everyone present knew him and was rather surprised at our association. His success or a failure didn’t quite put my grey cells to work, what did was this sudden travel back in time where memories were fonder and dearer!

 I cannot say, why the rest of the evening we stuck close or shared food by a common fork…or how, I ended up in his apartment or my escape early in the morning! I can’t give reasons… cause I don’t know…and may be cause I don’t want to!

As I sat on the chair arguing with myself over last night, the only memory I could gather were his words…”it feels like home!” and his tears when we kissed. The question still haunted me..."don't we deserve another chance?" 

PS: Take a chance...coffee is nice!