The Coffee

Written by renu rakheja
March 29, 2008

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The coffee slowly dissolved
In the granular sugar
As I whisked it with my hand
Moving it deftly,
Then stopping to rest
And watched my hand beating it
Comforted by the rythmic sound
Watching them melt
Into each other’s arms
Both losing their distinct identities
Merging into each other
Seamlessly
Into a creamy and frothy mix.

I glanced at him
And wondered….

The milk and water boiled
Threatening to spill over
I shook out of my reverie
Snapped the stove shut
Poured the mixture into
The large coffee mug
With the heady coffee mixture
Trying to emulate the waiter at Udipi joint
The diluted milk rose into the air
And with a defiance ,rose even higher
And then tried to land into the mug
It had to spill,of course.
I wasnt the expert waiter,was I?
But the coffee atleast looked nice
Replete with frothy bubbles
Dying at a frenzied pace
I rushed to give the coffee to him
Before they all died

Handed the coffee to him
And wondered…..

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Comment by raj on 3 April, 2008 @ 1:14 pm

nice one

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