Coffee, and us…

I am participating in the 6th Write Tribe Festival of Words. I hope to blog for seven days in a row. The theme for Day 7 is “If we were having coffee.” I’m also sharing this post with Skywatch Friday.

coffee and cake

Meeting for Coffee…

If we were having coffee on this lovely Thursday evening, we would be sitting in a small café. My coffee would be black, with two lumps of sugar. I wonder what yours would be. We’d watch the evening traffic from the window, while the aroma of fresh bread being baked wafts into our table. We’d close our eyes; take in that scent, and smile, just as the aroma of coffee dances alongside.

You and I would talk about books; of those we bought recently, those that came to us as gifts, those we read and when we finished, left us a little broken. As we sip a bit of our coffee, we’d recollect the week gone by, the moments that made us happy. This week had highs too. We blogged through the week. One of my reviews featured in a literary journal. We’d tell each other about new friends that we made, old friends we reconnected with and those people who may have lost us as friends. Some old memories might come rushing back. You might tell me, “This too shall pass.”

Before we know it, those fifteen minutes we thought we’d spend would have become an hour. And as we stand outside the café, the sunset in the distance would turn the evening sky golden. We’d look at it and wonder if Friday would bring clouds, and with it, the rain we love. We’d say goodbye, if only for now, and leave in opposite directions, remembering the moments that just became memories. And with a heavy heart now lighter, we’d wait till we meet again, to talk of our lives that cross once in a while… at the café, with a table set with coffee, cake, books and much more.

Some of my earlier posts for: Write Tribe | Skywatch Friday.

(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
11th August, 2017)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

52 thoughts on “Coffee, and us…”

  1. No no no. I don’t know if it was supposed to, but it brought a tear into my eyes. I really have no words for you right now. In such limited number of words, you managed to place such a heavy load on my heart.
    Here’s to you and your writing.

  2. My pupils dilate when I take a sip of coffee, its like a feeling of sheer ecstasy and absolute peace! I liked the part where you used something that happened this week in your post (One of my reviews featured in journal). Wonderful post Vinay!

  3. Aah… Vinayji, sounds like a perfect meeting over perfect coffee (but, 2 sugars!? Really!). I could imagine this in my mind’s eye, how wonderful to talk books & reality & look out as air moves along 🙂 thank you for being a wonderful & supportive tribe member in this festival. Cheers to Java!

  4. I love the lover- like feel to this post – its made it so cosy and intimate. ” Friends you may have lost us as….” – now that is not only an unusual line to add but also a very honest one! Most people talk about making friends, not losing them! I can so relate with this line as this seems to be a constant in my life too and more often than not!!
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    • Love-y feel perhaps, not sure if it’s a lover one. 🙂 I was imagining a coffee meet with my best friend. Glad you liked the post, and could relate with it in some way, Shalini.

    • I love such moments that linger and can be made descriptive, Raji. 🙂 It’s not exactly a blast from the past, but maybe a mix of moments from the past or the present. 😀 Glad you felt it was beautiful.

  5. Thanks for sharing all week, Vinay. How do you feel about Oscar Wilde? Oh, and I’ll take almond milk with my coffee, please. Cheers and continue to #writebravely!

  6. A lot can happen over a cup of coffee and with so many things in the bucket to share and experience; makes the conversation even more interesting. There is the feeling of joy, love, melancholy in this beautiful conversation and that’s what is so consuming about your narration, Vinay. Beautifully penned. 🙂
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