Rain, books and coffee.

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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I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when I first caught your glimpses and shrugged off your thoughts with "just a newcomer" or the day when I actually noticed the sincere, intelligent, calm and composed person within you, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when we argued on something silly or the day when the teacher scolded us for fighting deliberately, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day you annoyed the hell out of me or the day when your absence made my day a little incomplete, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when unknowingly my eyes started searching for you or the day when we stole glances, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when we accidentally bumped into each other and couldn't stop blushing all the while or the day when we talked gladly and exchanged smiles, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when everyone around us knew what we were up to, nevertheless we denied our feelings or the day when we wanted to confess our emotions yet remained quiet, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when life started happening and our paths became different or the day when we craved to speak our heart out before we drifted apart, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when we took different roads to our dreams, travelled, explored or the day when dreams did get fulfilled yet there was no happiness, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when the memories of the past came rushing or the day when I couldn't hold back my tears with those memoirs, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when destiny tried to play cupid again and we stumbled on each other one more time or the day when we finally realized that we cannot just let go each other, I always knew it was you.

Be it the times when you irritated me with your insecurity or the time when I longed for someone to be scared of losing me, I always knew it was you.

Be it the day when after years of unfinished tales of romance, we ended up falling in love or the day when we exchanged vows for eternity, I always knew it was you.

Yes. I always knew it was you who was to be inked as my soul mate in the love chronicle penned by the destiny itself.

At times, while we are oblivious of our future, deep down our heart knows who our soul mate is and when we come across him/her; our heart skips a beat and whispers "I always knew it was you".

© Sheerin Naz.

Falling in love, Again!

"Arpita, Come here! The water is so beautiful here".

This voice brought Arpita back from her cluster of thoughts. It was his husband Mohit's voice who was standing by the seashore. Arpita moved towards him and Mohit held her hand tightly, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Isn't the water beautiful here"? Mohit asked pulling her closer.

"Yeah! It is". Arpita nodded in affirmation with a smile.

The water in the sea were moving in a rhythm, creating a musical sound which was very serene and beautiful. The winds, it seemed were in love with the sea shore. The amiable wind was playing with Arpita's hair. She tried putting her hair strands behind the ear but the breeze kept teasing her. Mohit was observing this from a long time. He took Arpita's hand and said..

"These hair strands coming on your face is adding more glow to your beauty. Don't disturb them". Mohit moved his hands on her soft cheeks and Arpita felt his love all over again.

They had been married for almost 4 years now and Mohit had been a wonderful husband. He adored Arpita.

"Hey! Wait, hold on."Mohit said suddenly.

"What, why"?? Arpita asked in a confused tone.

"Ohh, stupid! Just hold on this look, I want to capture this moment, you look so beauitiful right now". Mohit said in excitement.

He clicked a few pictures of his gorgeous wife and was busy deciding that which picture was the best amongst all. He loved clicking pictures. For him they were memories. Memories of the moments which could never come back. He wanted to capture those moments so that he could re-live those moments whenever he wanted.

"Arpita, you look the best in this. These hair falling on your face, your eyes and this smile. You look splendid". Mohit said pointing towards a particular picture.

Arpita looked in Mohit's eyes. They had so much of love and appreciation in them. But she couldn't look up in his eyes anymore because those eyes full of love reminded her of  "Rahul". The guy she used to love. They both loved each other but as destiny would have it, they could not be together and moved on without having any bitter feelings for each other. Time moved on but their feelings never died.Though Arpita got married to Mohit but a corner of her heart still remembered Rahul. She was happy with Mohit. She never tried keeping in touch with Rahul. She knew he had his own world now but whenever she saw in Mohit's eyes, the love in those eyes reminded of the same love that once Rahul used to have for her. It was a very strange kind of feeling. She could never understand this. She remembered how Rahul also used to click her random pictures and then keep talking about it all the time. She wondered how two different persons can think exactly in the same manner. But she could never get any answers. Maybe it was destiny's way of showing her that "Rahul was gone but he has left behind his essence in form of Mohit".

When there can be 7 people with the same faces and appearance in the world then why can't there be people with the exactly same nature and behaviour??

"Arpita, you seem lost again. C'mon." Mohit again interrupted her thought process.

Arpita shrugged off those thoughts and held Mohit tightly. She knew how lucky she was to get love again in her life. The sky was turning crimson. It was time to go back. Mohit and Arpita moved towards their destination and Arpita just hoped and wished that Rahul, wherever he was would be happy in his life. :)

© Sheerin Naz.

Maybe!

So maybe now we are nothing more than strangers with some memories,

Maybe we have moved on with life afterall life happens to everyone,

Maybe we fell out of love or it was destined to be this way,

Maybe the very mention of our names doesn't affect us anymore,

Maybe things have changed there perspective with time!

Wondering why is it a "may be"?

Because " may be" few years down the line when we would accidentally cross each other's path, wouldn't our heart skip a beat while our eyes meet? Wouldn't we crave to hear each other's voices? Wouldn't we wish to talk our heart out?

Maybe we would or maybe we would not.

No matter how far we go from each other, a part of us would remain with each other forever and one day we shall wonder "maybe we could have survived the storms of life together, maybe!"

Ah, well, alas! Nothing destroys love stories like these "may be's" do. *Sigh*

© Sheerin Naz.