She flipped opened the book and closed it back within 5 minutes.
"Bullshit", she heard herself say a little too loudly. She looked around the cafe and found people going about their business. She let out an apologetic smile, to no one in particular.
Every day, over the past couple of months, she tried to read Eric Segal's Love Story and make some sense of it. Zilch. Every time it left her annoying within 5 minutes of reading it. How could it be that so many people love this book? She wondered.
Her phone buzzed on the table as she stashed the book in her tote. It was Sheila.
She peeked at the text for a split second - "Why aren't you returning my calls? This time you call me or we are not talking. Bye". Good, she will stop texting me then, she thought. She stashed the phone in her tote and lay idle on the couch at the cafe. She had nowhere in particular to go to. She sulked and toyed with the idea of going to the musuem. But gave up.
Her gaze followed to an old couple sitting two tables away facing the windows that overlooked the street. She watched as the woman struggled to squeeze some ketchup from the bottle. And then her partner helped squeeze, only it was all over her the table and her blouse. They laughed at their folly and cleaned up. Then she looked at another couple seated right across them. One typing intently into his Macbook and another fiddling with her smartphone. There was no way she could tell they were a couple, she was driven by her pure intuition for people in public places.
She couldn't help but laugh at the apparent irony of things. She fetched her journal from the tote and wrote some lines...
"Love can be experienced, only by two people as a whole"
She intended to write some more but was distracted by her hunger pangs. Apparently the coffee made her more hungry. She suddenly got up and walked out of the cafe. It was surprisingly a bit warm for a winter afternoon and she wasn't complaining. She stepped past the street performer on his saxo and the homeless guy who wanted beer money. "Oh well, atleast he is honest about the money", she thought. As she passed several designer stores at Soho, she cringed at the mannequin dressed in a stunning pink bridal dress. "Sucks, who wears pink to their wedding?", she muttered.
Deep in thought, she dashed past a guy in a houndstooth shirt, standing at an intersection. Little did she know, they were going to cross each other's path very soon....
Meanwhile totally unaware, she spotted a YOGO truck at the corner. "Nothing like food", she smirked to herself.
"Bullshit", she heard herself say a little too loudly. She looked around the cafe and found people going about their business. She let out an apologetic smile, to no one in particular.
Every day, over the past couple of months, she tried to read Eric Segal's Love Story and make some sense of it. Zilch. Every time it left her annoying within 5 minutes of reading it. How could it be that so many people love this book? She wondered.
Her phone buzzed on the table as she stashed the book in her tote. It was Sheila.
She peeked at the text for a split second - "Why aren't you returning my calls? This time you call me or we are not talking. Bye". Good, she will stop texting me then, she thought. She stashed the phone in her tote and lay idle on the couch at the cafe. She had nowhere in particular to go to. She sulked and toyed with the idea of going to the musuem. But gave up.
Her gaze followed to an old couple sitting two tables away facing the windows that overlooked the street. She watched as the woman struggled to squeeze some ketchup from the bottle. And then her partner helped squeeze, only it was all over her the table and her blouse. They laughed at their folly and cleaned up. Then she looked at another couple seated right across them. One typing intently into his Macbook and another fiddling with her smartphone. There was no way she could tell they were a couple, she was driven by her pure intuition for people in public places.
She couldn't help but laugh at the apparent irony of things. She fetched her journal from the tote and wrote some lines...
"Love can be experienced, only by two people as a whole"
She intended to write some more but was distracted by her hunger pangs. Apparently the coffee made her more hungry. She suddenly got up and walked out of the cafe. It was surprisingly a bit warm for a winter afternoon and she wasn't complaining. She stepped past the street performer on his saxo and the homeless guy who wanted beer money. "Oh well, atleast he is honest about the money", she thought. As she passed several designer stores at Soho, she cringed at the mannequin dressed in a stunning pink bridal dress. "Sucks, who wears pink to their wedding?", she muttered.
Deep in thought, she dashed past a guy in a houndstooth shirt, standing at an intersection. Little did she know, they were going to cross each other's path very soon....
Meanwhile totally unaware, she spotted a YOGO truck at the corner. "Nothing like food", she smirked to herself.
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Very nice..
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