It was one of those rainy days when solitude was all she wished to seek, where she could unwind herself midst the rhythm of raindrops. And, her idea of solace was nothing short of a magical journey which found its destination in the profoundness of the withered pages of her favourite books.
A little drenched in rain, she took a brief walk down the book cafe. Her eyes gleamed with happiness as she stood there for a while, admiring the beauty of the book cafe carved intricately from woods with a tinge of vintage effect to it. This was her happy place where life embraced her with open arms. It seemed as if she had always been here, wandering past the book shelfs, inhaling the fragnance of the books, falling in love with stories in the process of reading, creating memories dipped in happiness and melancholy, inking thoughts over a cup of coffee and enjoying her solitude to the core.
She was meant to be here for, a bibliophile was about to fall in love with someone other than book characters.
Unaware of the unprecedented events that was about to happen, she ordered her usual Cappuccino and took out her favourite book "The fault in our stars". She was reading it for the umpteenth time yet, never had enough of it. On days like this, the pratogonists "Augustus Waters and Hazel Grace" used to be her companions of solitude. Their love story broke her heart yet healed it at the same time for, she was everything made up of paradoxes, contradictions, metaphors and profoundness.
Lost in the warmth of the Cappuccino and her book, she kept reading it, embracing every emotion inked on its withered pages. Once in a while, she tucked her hair coming in between the beautifully carved words. And, this was the time cupid came knocking.
"The world is not a wish granting factory, my friend".
She was happily startled by this sudden interruption for, there stood a guy who just quoted her favourite sentence from the book she absolutely loved.
"Tfios fan?" She chuckled while calming her nerves.
"Any doubt? afterall, the pain demands to be felt, doesn't it?" He smiled while taking his seat opposite to her.
"Indeed, it does". She reciprocated while trying not to get lost in his deep, enchanting eyes.
"I might fail miserably in my attempt of not sounding creepy but, I have been observing you from the moment you entered in the cafe". His tone was mild yet firm.
"Is that so? I didn't realise". She was startled again.
"More than the rain, you seemed drenched in your thoughts and, your melonchalic expressions while experiencing heart break at the hands of a paperback melted my heart a little too much". He confessed as the cupid hit him hard.
"I just love Tfios a little too much. It is tragically beautiful". She smiled conciously.
"So, who is your favourite? Augustus or Hazel?" The Tfios fan within him was eager to know.
"Hazel is a sweetheart but, I love Augustus more". She confessed.
"I heart Hazel Grace though, I am yet to find someone as profound as her in real life". He looked in her eyes dropping obvious hints.
"I haven't found my Augustus either". She knew the wait was over.
"I won't mind being your Augustus if you promise to be my Hazel Grace". He always wore his heart on sleeves.
"I hope our stars won't have any faults". Her heart was overwhelmed.
That day, the book cafe witnessed a love story inked from the mutual love of books, emotions, thoughts and memories. It's said, a lot can happen over coffee; little does the world know that a lot can happen over books too.
Rain, coffee, books and two bibliophiles lost in the infinite memoirs of Tfios, could there be a love story better than this? Never ever.
© Sheerin Naz.
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