Love story

I am addicted to coffee and she is allergic to coffee, and that's our love story. 

Conquer the world

On the terrace with the burning mate for soulful I feel I can conquer the world,
on the last sip of gourmet coffee I feel I can talk my mind out with the person I wish to,
on the terrace with the city lights under my feet I am fearless and free spirited.

Coincidences Galore

This is not a rant but a debrief of an observation that sometimes makes me wonder and at most times makes me want to scream. It is bound to happen to me as I consider "others" choices as my obligations. "Others" doesn't mean everyone and mentioning it in quotes would suffice for this post. 

Let me put forward two scenarios. 

Scenario 1: 

I am talking to this person over some form of a chat. The conversation flows with the usual mutual well-wisher style Q&A followed by sharing the stand-out moments in an interesting style from the latest escapades with every stroke of the keypad attempting a catchy one liner that tries to make an impression or in other words consciously putting the best foot forward. After a few lines I ask the person if it's possible to catch up for a movie after work or a brunch on the weekend or a coffee or anything for the sake of meeting. Ta da there comes the long pause in the conversation. 

The person on the other side has been responding without any perceivable delay till the moment I ask for some form of meeting up. Coincidentally there is a long pause right then.  Every time. Thus the coincidence. Hello I am waiting here. Looking at my phone. Like an idiot. Till then I was working towards building my own formula for spending the hours that I aspired to spend (and thus sacrificed) for this meeting. I stopped building plans for myself and contemplated on the chances of meeting up. It's the fault of the "pause". The "pause" then makes me squirm, twitch and twinge. Makes me feel like that stupid teenage character in the teen pop songs.  

The tumultuous "pause" doesn't stop here but rather begins here. From the point where I send an offer to it's execution the "pause" could appear in many forms bringing upon it's own format of torment and torture. It torments and tortures me because I oblige too early into these forms of tentative bids. I structure my work and plans to accommodate these meetings. God forbid if I had to pull out from such meeting I call, and justify my actions. As I said I always feel more obligated in these scenarios. 

Isn't this pattern of pauses obvious to the other person? This makes me wonder. Isn't this person in the same level of emotion? This makes me scream. 

Scenario 2:

Oh god I seriously forgot what was scenario 2. I had it in mind as I started out writing this post and then in the middle of the this other person started talking to me. Look at me. I forgot everything. Now I am not forcing my memory to remind me the scenario 2 and wrapping up this post to meet this other person. God save you Jointy.