Those 30 minutes at a coffee shop

Those 30 minutes at a coffee shop(Praneet) Those 30 minutes at a Coffee shop

“I’ll reach in 40 minutes” said Diwakar with whom I had planned an evening stroll at Connaught Place.
“But you said you are almost here??? You lied”??? I said angrily while waiting at Rajeev Chowk Metro Station.
“I thought you are lying, that’s why i made the story that i am at Rajeev chowk so that you can come as soon as possible. Sorry Sirjee it won’t take much time once i reach GTB Metro station. Chalo see you there” he said and hanged the phone before I can give him my piece of mind.

I had recently shifted to Delhi and was still unfamiliar with this jungle of concrete. Diwakar was the only person whom I knew in the city boasting of a population of 1.2 billion.

“what to do now ???” I asked myself. I looked around the station and found the coffee shop, the perfect way to spend time and waste money in the given scenario. It was part of a popular chain of a brand and was almost full with people and, to be more precise, couples. These coffee shops are the perfect place for lovebirds to hang around for hours who sit and discuss all trivial and non trivial issues of which i had no idea. I have been a single person for the last 24 years.
I luckily spotted a sofa in the extreme corner of the cramped shop with chairs and round tables all of which had already been occupied with happy people.
I made my way to the sofa, accidently banging into two to three chairs and disturbing the people in the middle of their romance.
“Sorry” i said in the feeblest of voice and reached the vacant sofa. After placing my order to the pretty lady at the ordering desk i finally settled down on my couch.
I zoomed my vision to the lady in the Yellow salwar suit who was at the other end of the shop sitting with a man who was playing around with her tangled hair.
“Is she her”??? my mind tossed this question which was left to my vision to provide the affirmative. After 20 seconds the reply came “indeed”.
She had been my classmate for 12 years as we had completed the journey from kindergarden to the senior secondary together. I had a strong crush on her and everyone in the school except her knew this fact. She still looked sensuous and her beauty was at its prime. Her marriage pics which she had posted on her facebook immediately flashed in front of my eyes. I had deactivated my fb account after this post to come out of the trauma and live a peaceful life.
The legal husband kept playing around with her hair. The couple looked the made for each other type. I removed my glance from her to focus on my brewing coffee which was about to be served within a few minutes.

25 testing minutes had passed from the time I had entered the shop and I wanted to end this sojourn as soon as possible. I kept looking out for Diwakar through the transparent glass of the shop making wishes to land him at the place at the very moment.
During this internal emotional tumult i realised those eyes were on me which i was trying to avoid. Our eyes met. I couldn’t avoid those eyes this time.
Are you happy???
She giggled as her husband said something to her in her ears. I got my answer. She kept looking at me for a while.
Her husband turned his glance towards the point where his wife‘s vision was fixed. I removed my glance from her.
I saw diwakar in front of the shop. He was about to make a call for someone. I stood up immediately and started walking out of the shop.
“Sir your coffee is ready!!!” said a gentle female voice.
“You better pass it to the lady in that yellow salwar suit sitting there” I pointed towards her.
“why sir”??? The receptionist asked.
“because she loves it.”
I quickly stepped out of the cafe to get vanished in the crowd.