The waiter pointed to the far corner.
I looked around the cafe; it was mostly filled with young crowd. I walked to table no.19.
I sat down and wondered – “Will I recognize him? What if he looks different from his photo?”
“Hi…” hearing his voice, I looked up.
I smiled nervously, dropping my eyes. He sat down across from me and asked – “Tea, right?…you always hated Coffee…”
“He still remembers…” my heart whispered. “Yeah…without milk and sugar.” I said softly.
We sat silently; He stared at me, whereas I avoided looking in his eyes.
“I see you looking at your watch…are you getting late?”
“Actually they’ll get worried if I don’t reach home before it gets dark.”
He laughed out loud – “Nothing has changed, right?…except now you’re 60 and I’m 65. Before it was our parents and now it’s our children.”
I started laughing too and looked in his eyes for the first time after 42 years, 5 months and 10 days.
– Chirasree, a dreamer.
(Word count – 164)
Photo credit: Dawn Miller.
Thank you Dawn for the photo prompt!