Me & My cup of coffee

ME & MY CUP OF COFFEE

26th November,

My favourite day of winter. On that night, I was sitting with my cup of coffee on my table and thinking about something, but I don't know what I was thinking about at that time. I just remember that I was totally zoned out and constantly staring at my cup of coffee.

Then suddenly, someone came into my room and started chatting with me. I don't know this person, but I have a glimpse of them. It was literally déjà vu. The things happening with me at that time felt like they had happened just 2 years ago.

2 years ago,

2 years ago, the same incident happened to me at a coffee shop near my house. I was sitting on a wooden bench outside the shop. At that time, little rain droplets fell on my face, and it was the best feeling while drinking coffee. Then suddenly, one woman came to me. She wasn’t old enough to call a lady, but she was around 24 to 25 years old. She sat just in front of me and started talking about her boyfriend.

I wasn’t interested in her talk, but I still listened because her tone was very attractive, and her way of talking was so good that anyone could listen to her for hours. Suddenly, the waiter came and asked her to order something, and she ordered the same as me—one coffee and two cookies.

Suddenly, this lady started asking me about my love life. I was 16 years old at that time, and without any hesitation, I started yapping about my love life. But in the middle of the conversation, I realized I had shared too much about myself because this lady seemed so friendly and kind.

At first, I thought this was a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. It was reality. But no lady was sitting with me; I was chatting by myself. I realized this when one waitress at the coffee shop came and asked me,

“Are you okay?”

I said, “Yeah, I’m good,” and left the shop after paying my bill.

Present,

Now today, the person sitting with me in my room is the same lady from that day at the coffee shop. This time, I’m scared as hell, but I still started talking without knowing if this was real or just my imagination. She started talking about that day 2 years ago, and she told me, “I just came to wish a happy birthday to your lover.”

Yes, at that time, I told her about my love life, and I also told her the day my lover was born, which is today, 26th November. She just came to wish her and to see if she was still with me or not. But the whole story is different now, and she was very sad to know that my lover is no longer with me.

She suddenly said, “Happy birthday,” and vanished from my room. Then I woke up crying, and my grandma told me I was dreaming.

I was in shock that this whole thing was a dream. I tried to forget it and went back to my room, sat at my table with a cup of coffee, and one lady came to my room and said,

“Say happy birthday to her…”