I was sitting there with a man who I was with some 15 years ago. But this man looked different. This man looked no longer a man even. He looks like, I do not know, as much a man as a woman. He seems so abnormal yet so secure.
Sipping a sip of coffee, he says, "How is it?" "What?"
"Me!", she gets surprised. But he did not say that. She was dreaming.
"Of course, the coffee I made for you! I remember you used to like it" He said.
Yes, I used to. Things have changed.
"Yes they always do! in fact there are no things as such, only changes."
Profound. He was always this profound. Good with words. Yet a defective piece. He used to twist it by saying he is not a defective piece. But he has a defective peace. He wants to mend his inner peace. Now he looks much more sorted. He is well built. His eyes do not run no more. His presence is serene. His voice seems calm. He laughs, he smiles, he becomes excited. All this happens and still it seems his eyes does not move. He is fixated to peace. Or am I fixated to him? She keeps thinking.
"So, how is life? Already a big shot in a big company?" He asked her.
Yes. I am a CEO now in the famous car company.
Nice! you were always meant for something big. Ambitious woman, always competing. I like that about you.
I looked at him. He was chuckling. I wanted to see some pain in his eyes. Some dimming of light. Something that was opposite to this what I was seeing. How is he so joyful? So happy on his ex-girlfriend's success? Is he still wishing that something could happen between us? I cannot date a loser like him. He was once ambitious. Now he seems like a garbage. He runs a coffee shop in this hill station. What? No big thing in research, no big name in leadership, all those brags that I used to listen for hours where he used to just show off his plans to me how he is going to transform the world. Where did they go? Is he just a mediocre loser? Did he just lose everything for me? A slight chuckle came and went in her eyes.
He asked, "You overthink nowadays? This was my bad habit. Why you opted for this job?" he laughed.
No, I usually am a very focused person in my life. I meditate, I read books, I go to gym. I enjoy life go to parties, bars etc. I do not overthink. It is just today.
"Oh! So this is a gift for me specially, thank you so much!" He replied and chuckled. He has always been charming.
"So you are retired already? Coffee shop and all! these were your retirement plans, weren't they?" She asked.
Yes, I mean, he hesitated then said, "I completed my PhD, went to do policymaking. Still am active in there. I am a part of Government's executive. But, then, Delhi does not suit me. I wanted no stress. And then I asked my superiors, will it be wise to work from home? And they agreed. So, I made a home in this hill station and then, I work from home!"
"Damn! I almost shouted, Policymaker. You are a politician? Wait, I never heard your name in the news."
"No! silly, Executive is different. I work at the backend. Those are part of parliament and are legislatures. I am sort of a civil servant."
I felt silly. His calling me silly made me nostalgic. I remembered all those late-night teachings of his. He meticulously teaching me Physics, thermodynamics and relativity and I, trying to distract him. I was feeling like I am again a little girl of 19. How does he do it?
How does he make you what he wants you to be. He does not persuade to behave. He just is and then you start to change according to him. I felt angry. I do not want to be his play doll. I resented.
"I am not silly!"
He looked at me with those eyes. I remember those eyes. But the expression is not that of sorry this time. He is a much confident man now. He looked at me. Just smiled. And ignored whatever I said.
I felt bad. Then, I asked, so, happy?
He looked at me like a mirror does to me every morning. As if asking, ask yourself. And I said, Sorry, wrong question. You look happy.
He asked, "But you do not. What happened? Anything I can help you with?"
And I looked him in the eye, wanting to search a taunt, but it was not a taunt. He has asked in just a childlike innocence that he carries.
I felt like crying. I was not sad. I was not happy either. I had life that most people have. A package. Some happiness, some sorrow, some regrets, some disgust. But, this is his quality. He is literally a walking real time therapy. He makes people comfortable with crying. I do not want to cry. I never wanted to cry in my life. I wanted to be strong. But, with him, I have cried a lot. He makes me cry every time. As if, he does it on purpose. But he never made me cry by saying something nasty. It is always these things, these mushy, little, emotional BS.
But, I caught myself. I cannot fall no more. Now I get it, he is doing it on purpose. He wants me back. After all this time? He is doing it on purpose. How cunning. How sharp. How manipulative. But no, I am not a teenager now. I will not be trapped in his words.
I said, "Nope! all is good!" But why did you want to have coffee with me? After so long?
He said, "I saw you there at the museum. I thought, it might be good opportunity to catch up! since I have started living in this deranged place, People that I meet are mostly strangers, even friends come as tourists, asking for advice on cheap hotels. So, when I saw you, I thought, after so long, finally a friend as a friend. No stranger-ship."
"Stranger-ship?" I laughed. "Is that a word?"
He nervously scratched his head. I mean there should be. Strangers meeting as strangers and living together like strangers. Doesn't this form the most comprehensive form of relationship? Most democratic also.
We are all strangers to each other. And we all want to erase this eerie feeling as soon as possible. Won't it be easier if we accept each other as strangers? Do not try to familiarize. Just acceptance as strangers.
I am not sure I followed. But I had no time to argue. So, I said, "Sure!" Again, he started giving Gyan. Now that I think about it, what made me fall for this guy? I find myself with no answers. He is basically a nerd.
But the Nerd got good muscles baby! that's for sure.
So, Dating anyone? I asked, wishing he will choke on his coffee.
"Currently you!" He was ready.
I choked. What?
He laughed. He caught me. tried choking me, jokes on you. This is the fact, right? I am currently having coffee with you. Other than that. Nope.
"Why not?"
He said, "Which brings me to the matter at hand!"
He said, "See, I cannot date now. I am a monk. A Buddhist monk." And then he revealed the Chanting Mala of beads beneath his shirt. He said, "Actually, this is a custom, The first Bhiksha, or begging, should happen from the person who the monk is most attached. So, when I saw you, I thought, OK! May be I found you at the right time. I Wish to get forgiveness from you. I am leaving this world of Maar. And entering the world of Nirvana. I wish to be liberated. I wish to have you forgive me. I know, you loved me once. And becoming a monk is equivalent to dying. Since you once loved me, you had a say on my body, and my mind. Please, Give me my forgiveness!"
What? All this for this?
Coffee, date, all for this? And what? A monk? What? I do not get it.
What is he saying? Is he serious right now?
I felt cheated. I felt like someone broke a promise with me. But no promise has been broken. No love pact was made. Even once, I had told him that I never loved him. But then why this feeling. I felt like crying.
I looked at him. He was looking for his forgiveness.
No! first answer my questions.
Then why this job? This coffee shop? This physique? What are you doing? Is this monkhood? Do you think I am a fool?
Nope! I do not think that.
But you surely did not understand life. "On its own sake" is life.
Finish your coffee. And ask me as much questions you want. I will answer. But then, give me my forgiveness. Is it alright?
Ok! I was helpless.