Sep 23, 2010

Morning Coffee

One could call it anything they want. But it wouldn't matter. When she woke up in the morning and felt his arm around her waist, she smiled. Almost in roleplay of a married couple or one in preparation of what was to come, he demanded that she went and got him his morning cafe. The newspaper was amiss. He sure did have the right to ask this of her. And though she complained and stuck her tongue out at him at the demand, she smiled inwardly. And obediently went and got the coffee in a tray, holding it with shaking hands. There was something really beautiful in this. She asked him how many spoons of sugar he wanted and put those many. They sat on their porch and drank their individual cups of coffee. Strong. Wonderful. Very sweet. The coffee, that is :)

6 comments:

namansarikasaraiya said...

:)

Anonymous said...

simple and sweet .

विवेक Call me Vish !! said...

hummmmm its yammy!! when u wake up n u got coffee ...!!
by the way u can enjoy my blog with ur coffee ...its Http://yomantra.blogspot.com

have a sizzling saturday !!

Dakshi H. said...

Its wonderful writing.Pleasure to read...

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kittu said...

woww... ur one romantic person man hehe ur bf's gonna love u loll

shut up n write! said...

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