Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Young man Old boY

The first sip of filter coffee at a serene South Indian café

My first Davidoff

Afternoons, both sunny and gloomy that drifted to infinity

The randomness of all our discussions and lousy thoughts

Now that our regular meetings at a beautiful place are no more

I wish to breathe, think and feel the times we have spent together.

p.s: I dropped the verbs at places. They perturb me when I’m emotional.

2 comments:

Anandi said...

First Davidoff perfume or first Davidoff coffee?
Perfume's just about okay and coffee is better. But apparently, his cigars are the best.

Nice read!

Writa said...

well, it was the cigar and yes it was good :)