The Cold Tea
The two of them stared at each other silently.
Neither knew the other and wanted the other to speak first.
“Why does a pennukaanal have to be so awkward?” thought Nishanth.
Shreya looked at the cup of tea on the table between. It had gone cold.
“Just like this conversation,” she thought.
A couple of butterflies flew between them, hovering around the teacup.
“Looks like they’re having a pennukaanal too,” said Nishanth, laughing.
“Well, they’re doing better than us,” giggled Shreya, joining in.
The ice had broken, and they talked like old friends.
When Nishanth stood up to leave, he had a first memory of her.
“I like you a lot, Shreya,” he told her, taking her hand.
Suddenly, she felt shy and a tinge of red appeared on her cheeks.
She stood at her balcony, waving goodbye as he left.
She had a memory of him too now, and more would soon be made.
The cup of tea was left cold and forgotten.
(© 23rd April 2015)