The café on Sunday, is normally too crowded, making it difficult to find the solace of the week days. A young crowd enters, instantly changing the balance of the café towards the younger side. The shift visible, in odour, tenor, clamour, and the geography too. The usually discreet coupling of chairs disbanded, towards a couple of co-centric, circles or ovals, making the normally balanced look a begone era. The odour to a hideous mix of tea, coffee, juices, colas ... almost making it impossible to distinguish. The constant chatter, dimming the music into distant distance. The hues, from the grey and whites, changing to the colours of the youth.
With the noise floor, higher, I settled down to my book, to be chided,
She: A book here too? Don’t the beautiful girls around you make you look up?
Me: Who?
She: Me.
Me: How come I did not notice you? When did you come in?
She: That's my group.
Me: ah, I missed you in the crowd.
She: Now that I’m here .. how do i look?
Me: Pretty as ever.
She: uhhh, just that.
She: There are prettier girls in that group, aren’t there?
Me: ummm,
She: You compare, hence can't see the beauty.
Me: Your making some presumptions.
She: Pretty obvious ones.
She: She was prettier than me?
Me: You start again.Don’t be a grumbling grandma.
She: She wont be back ever.
Me: I know.
She: your (sic).
She: See them (her group),see yourself.
She: They are a happy lot, and you ..
Me: I’m happy too.
She: How?
Me: "Detached happiness".
She: What’s that?
Me: In your language "taking life a day as it comes, enjoying it".
She: (Getting up). Meet someone, who's no one, detached, yet real, made of hard human metal, and a brain, that’s detached from his soul, and his soul that’s detached from his body, and a body that detached from his heart, and so he sits here detached, from the world, in his detached happiness. Ummm how can I introduce him as my friend? for that would be attached? isn’t it?
A noise from some one : What did you eat?
She: Yeah, his company.
With the noise floor, higher, I settled down to my book, to be chided,
She: A book here too? Don’t the beautiful girls around you make you look up?
Me: Who?
She: Me.
Me: How come I did not notice you? When did you come in?
She: That's my group.
Me: ah, I missed you in the crowd.
She: Now that I’m here .. how do i look?
Me: Pretty as ever.
She: uhhh, just that.
She: There are prettier girls in that group, aren’t there?
Me: ummm,
She: You compare, hence can't see the beauty.
Me: Your making some presumptions.
She: Pretty obvious ones.
She: She was prettier than me?
Me: You start again.Don’t be a grumbling grandma.
She: She wont be back ever.
Me: I know.
She: your (sic).
She: See them (her group),see yourself.
She: They are a happy lot, and you ..
Me: I’m happy too.
She: How?
Me: "Detached happiness".
She: What’s that?
Me: In your language "taking life a day as it comes, enjoying it".
She: (Getting up). Meet someone, who's no one, detached, yet real, made of hard human metal, and a brain, that’s detached from his soul, and his soul that’s detached from his body, and a body that detached from his heart, and so he sits here detached, from the world, in his detached happiness. Ummm how can I introduce him as my friend? for that would be attached? isn’t it?
A noise from some one : What did you eat?
She: Yeah, his company.
