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Coffee and Castles in the sky: an excerpt |
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Written by Pooja Dhar
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Sunday, 02 November 2008 |
 Hi all...
Working on a book now...here's an excerpt. Tell me what you think. Chapter 1!
By the way, ami chat er shei Pooja...pagolmeye/ishhh_bairipiya... :)
One second. That’s all it takes to change a life forever. That’s all it took to change mine. I had always thought of the concept of love at first sight to be ludicrous, an exaggerated version of lust. But today, a day that started out like any other would make me a believer, make me see that it is possible to fall in love with just one look.
I took a tentative sip from my steaming mocha at the corner café, grasping the thick ceramic mug to thaw my icy hands. Looking around at the busy street through the glass, I savored the taste of chocolate and espresso in my mouth, feeling a strange sense of calm. The pleasant smells of coffee, muffins and woodsy cigar smoke wafted over from the kind-faced elderly gentleman sitting at the next table. I shivered a little in my thick woolen jacket, breath steaming in the wintry air, watching people trudge through shoveled and salted sidewalks with snow piled high on either side. And then, I saw him.
He walked up in blue jeans and a gray sweater, ruffling the snowflakes out of his hair. With a half-smile as if he’d just thought of something amusing, he looked in my direction. My heart thudded against my chest. He smiled a little wider and I felt my cheeks grow warm even as I hoped against hope that my rising color wouldn’t show through my brown skin. I lowered my eyes, then, and when I looked up he was at the counter placing his order. A Mocha. Was it a sign? I grabbed the opportunity to closely observe his handsome face, the beautiful dark hair that I had longed to be the one running my fingers through, eyes the color of milk chocolate, the smooth jaw line...he turned just that instant, catching me in the act and I flushed, smiling guiltily, wishing I could gather up the courage to walk up to him and say something to stop him from leaving. At that very moment of course, my cell phone rang, snapping me out of my reverie. Annoyed, I told my mother I would call her later about how many pinches of cumin went in my chicken curry. Putting my phone away in exasperation, I looked around. He was gone. I could have wept. But then I heard a voice behind me, and it could only have been him. That deep husky voice could only belong to a certain man with warm brownie eyes. “Is this seat taken?”
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 22 November 2008 )
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...It something like meeting your man in dreams 
Mere Khwabo Mein jo Aye..Eagerly waiting for your next article..