I am doing my usual weekend chores on a Saturday afternoon. Everything is as normal and mundane as it can be. There is nothing novel about the weekly process of cleaning and washing and dusting and then suddenly something changed all that.
Nothing extraordinary but something that stirred up memories within me; some very fond memories. So I had just finished my laundry and had taken the clothes out of the dryer and was folding them. (Yes Yes I know this is boring but I am getting to it) It was my bed sheet's turn to be folded. I just shook it hard once before starting to fold and something rolled out from it onto the bed. It was a small dark object. At first I thought it was an insect and was a bit freaked (yes I am petrified of the creepy crawlies) and I certainly don't expect to find them in fresh and clean sheets. On closer inspection I discovered it was a coffee bean. I was like What! Where did you come from? It was particularly strange because I remember clearly that there was nothing on my sheet when I put it in the wash and I certainly don't think my dryer has coffee beans in it. The strangest thing is I don't have coffee beans in my house. I use instant coffee; so it was a very strange find.
What was so amazing was that the little coffee bean transported me back nearly five years, when I was sixteen. My friend/philosopher/guide/crush I don't really know what he was to me then; had just visited Coorg and had brought me a present. It was a little jewel box with a coffee bean in it. It was a promise that I would never lose it and will always keep it; might sound a bit corny now but it meant a lot then. The coffee bean reminded me of the innocence of that promise and the strong bond of friendship that I still share with him and all my other friends; that I made in those golden years.
After some time when my mind drifted back to reality I realized I still did not know where the bean came from. It certainly wasn't the same coffee bean; as I still have that box with the bean at home in India. All I know is it reminded me of that promise and of a simpler time...
1 comment:
As someone said, "Picture abhi baaki hain, mere dost!" The beans are at the same two places, where they are supposed to exist and remind one another of the good old promise.
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