Coffee... Odds and Ends

The best thing about Tamil Nadu would be the filter coffee. The rich brown swirls in steel tumblers and humble saucers with elevated edges. The warm smell that shoves you gently to waefullness. The slight bitter aftertaste that is oh so transferable in a kiss.

That's how he fell in love with coffee, he tells me. The girl's long gone but the acquired caffeine taste stayed on...

And I am supposed to be the person of words!

I make him the bittebest coffee ever. His nostrils lowered half into the coffee mug sniffs and draws into the smell hungrily. Its been a while, he tells me in nostalgia scented tones.

Its been some years actually. When the last I saw of him was when he gave me a 'going away' present. He was the one leaving. I remember, an awkward slip of a girl I was. Standing by my vehicle-of-taking-away, I stood alone with unsure, unshared thoughts...

Unshared silences this time, years later.

Its the best coffee he's had, he tells me resting his head on the solitary wall of my house.

Even better than your mom's?

Best happens to be superlative, I learn that day.