Coffee With A Twist

Folding the magazine that I bought from the small book stall in Mumbai airport in one hand & the hot coffee in another hand I sat down in one of the chairs in the last row of the waiting area.Since I had nothing to do in the hotel & beside there was an expectation that traffic on that day will be very huge in Mumbai, I started for the airport early. Had a lot of time to kill in the airport since except here & there there was no much traffic & the untimely rain had already forced the people not to commute. I reached airport 2 hrs before the plane bound for Bangalore was scheduled to arrive.The Mumbai weather was unusaually chilly.To kill some time went inside the book stall which though was small, had a nice collection. But could not comprehend the logic of the price being quoted in the dollars by the owner.Had to content myself with a weekly business magazine.

Since I am that kind of a guy who takes pleasure in nice quite moments,selected one of the vaccant chairs in the last row of the waiting area to savour the hot coffe. The TV at the front was showing NEWS about how Mumbai was getting ready to welcome lord Ganesh & differenet Puja Pandals & preparations for the festival was everywhere.As it had become a daliy routine & there was no newness about the NEWS those were being aired,preferred to go through the magazine which I bought in the bookstore.

She was looking in the direction in which I was sitting. Don't know from what time she had been looking at that direction.As soon as I raised my head I cought the glimpse of her.By any standard she was good looking & her modern outlook was oozing out of her dress.Suddenly the nervous kid inside me was awake.So had to again bring back my attention towards the book & the coffe I was having.But the male inside me was trying to derive the pleasure of those glances if at all they were for me.Though bit nervous,the male instinct in me could not resist the temptation of raising my head.Voila, she was again looking at me.Same way.Wow at least I can draw attention of a good girl,the macho man inside me was slowly & slowly climibing towards the cloud nine.

They were a family of four ,I guess. Father, mother, one sister & she. As soon as I looked at them, the glance shifted & she started conversing with the other girl. Are they talking about me? What is that they are talking about? The questionnaire from my head for me was getting longer & longer .Is it that I am looking bit unconventional?Is it that there is something that I have failed to notice in my dresses or appearenaces.My heart started beating faster."Chill out buddy,there is nothing wrong & you are who you are. So no need to give a damn to what any one says". I was trying to calm myself down.Then again those glances were towards my seat & this time there was not one but two two glances.The other girl sitting beside her's & her father's.

Suddenly she got up & started walking in the direction in which I was seating.The pleasure that my masculinity was deriving was at it's peak.I was already rehearsing the differenet answers those will be delivereed if any hi or questions came on my way. She was there just 1 feet away & still she was moving.The fragrance of the costly perfume wafted in the wind. I was about to get up. She came, crossed & walked away from my seat. My inside was screaming in desperation. "Hello. I am here. Where are you going"??????. With a sense of relieve & pain I turned my head in a way not to not disclose that I was looking at her path.There she was along with with 4 to 5 people in front of the TV which was hanging from the top with the details of the flight on the screen getting refreshed every minute,pointing something to her father & the other girl who by this time had already come in front of that TV.

The coffee in my hand had already become cold & the NEWS on the TV has already given way to the advertisement of the to be released movie "Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna".
The announcer announced for the Delhi Bound passanger to go to the boarding area & they all started for the plane.I was staring at the magazine in my hand trying to register the face I had already seen.