Saturday, July 3, 2010

The same old worthless thoughts.....

It was just another evening when I have got caught in the rain without an umbrella. The open air café by the road side was an amazing place to sit and while away my time till it stopped raining. I had just ordered my double shot espresso as I did not want the rain drops to dilute my coffee. I was peeping through the windows of the café after smiling briefly to the waiter who asked me to sit inside. Inside I saw a bunch of scared lowly mortals. It was another reason to smile, but this time I just looked away. I was feeling brave and free to be sitting there feeling the rain drops on my face. I was searching for the sun to shine from behind the clouds and to draw a rainbow for everyone, the blacks and the whites. Blacks are the ones who save and protect you from the evil and none actually know who they are or where they come from, much like the warrior black knights out of fairy tales. The whites comprise of those who do their duty bravely and everyone knows them and respects them for their right ways of doing things. The others breathing are all just transparent and colourless like a glass. This is very misleading as the terms colourless and transparent sound very positive but I see it as something that does not hold the sun light and lets it pass through as if nothing existed in between.

“Excuse me sir your Espresso with hot water”. He got me a cup of hot water and put it on the house. He had earned himself a hefty tip. There was this cold chilling wind touching me and making me shiver every time there was a thunder. Or was it just because the loud sound woke me up and brought me to life. Anyways, the coffee was good and with the rain water mix it was just great to taste and not very hot. The chair had started creaking a little by now. May be I must visit the gym or may be the rain water washed away the lubricants in its joint. The coffee still tasted very good like it was freshly brewed. I remembered the flags flown in pride and thought whether there was actually the pride or was it masquerade. It was just another evening when I have got caught in the rain without an umbrella.