She had asked me that night on whatsapp, ” Where will I find you tomorrow in the school? I have to give you something.”
“As usual, music room.” I replied.
An unknown number pinged me that night. After various merry go rounds of Internet downloading the profile picture left a smile. The fragile little ‘Diva’ with her charismatic pose was standing in her red frock. This red riding hood had always been so energetic and full of stories ever since I first saw her in kindergarten.
That night her elder sister had texted me. Another beauty with brains. ‘Shubhu’ thats the name which always strikes when its about her. I was eager to know what was so important that she wanted to meet me the next day in the school.
Sadly for another three days we couldn’t meet. She came searching and I was not found. That same night Shubhu texted me and to my surprise she sounded as excited as the day one. I ensured our meeting for the next day without fail. This time I called for her and there she was standing with a small white bag in her hand. The smile on her face reminded of the day when once in my childhood my father had given me my favorite pen and I looked at him with so much pride and joy.
She handed me the bag and I peeked inside. It had another shimmery net bag with golden tassels. I untied and saw two coffee packets. My eyes were wide open. I had always cherished coffee and by now even my friends knew about my writings on coffee. I wanted to jump with happiness because no one had gifted me coffee before but 5 metres garment barricaded my celebration.
I blessed her, thanked her and wished her love as she proceeded towards her class.
That night I kept looking at those packets and felt lucky, not just to receive the coffee as a gift but also to feel that love from my student who not just loved me but also understood me. I had called her mother thanking for this wonderful gesture and her reply stunned me.
” You write so much on coffee, I read your write ups on coffeenama and this would have been the best way to show our affection towards you.”
I had tears.
Coffee doesn’t controls your emotions. It does brings you closer with people who admire each other. It becomes a bridge to connect and enjoy life together.
Shubhu and Diva you’re my coffee angels.
