I step out for a walk this evening; amidst the drizzle and the fresh smell of autumn, I make my way across the streets; the sky turning darker as every moment passes, the cool breeze lapping against my face like two friends meeting after years of separation. With my eyes closed, I take in deep breaths of the cold around me, and the clouds above gather together and turn darker. It is going to rain heavily tonight – I should make my way back home before it gets rainier. But right now, the weather is perfect, and every step that I take reminds me of stories with those who I walked with, long lost friends and strangers.
As the rain picks up in intensity, I make my way into the corner coffee shop. A bell rings as I enter, and the owner of the store, Abdul, comes out from one of the bigger shelves in the back of the store. “Hello,” he says, “Fine weather to have a coffee?” I pay for two coffees, and offer him one. He looks at me, surprised. “You know I can drink for free right? It is my store, after all.” I smile at him, and he smiles back. Then he pulls a chair and sits down beside me, looking at his store through the eyes of a customer.
As I quietly sip on my coffee, he takes stock of his day. Abdul is an avid talker. He can talk for hours without needing a response. He tells me about the regulars at his store. He mentions that once a regular customer did not come in for three days, and that he went to their home to check in on them because he feared that something had happened to the old man who would never start his day without his coffee. Turned out he was under the weather and would recover soon, so he left a bag of coffee beans at his place so he could drink Abdul’s coffee. As he tells me the story, his eyes well up with pride on his coffee. Not a lot of people are successful in this area of town he says, with all the big cafés opening with their many amenities.
But the ones who come to his store do not come in for the amenities. They come here for his smile, and his genial conversations that he can strike up with anyone anytime. He is also the weatherman, news reporter, confidant, and financial advisor for a lot of his customers, though many a time he admits, his customers lose more money than they make. Still, it is hard to be upset with him, he jokes.
“Another coffee? Refills free today”, he says. “Need to finish the coffee before I close the store or have to throw it away”. I look at the time, and decide it would be a bad idea to drink another coffee; he looks at me kindly, and I say yes anyway. There goes my two hours of sleep at night, but who cares. He comes back with two cups of coffee, but doesn’t sit with me anymore. Instead, he begins cleaning up the store to prepare for closing. I sit there for a little longer, waiting for the rain to slow down. Finally, after a while, it slows down to a drizzle.
“Gotta go,” I say. “See you tomorrow,” he says, not looking back at me. And so it is, that I will see him tomorrow again. I cross the street and start heading back home. A few more people have now come out of their houses for their evening walks, or to walk their dogs. When you have a dog, it does not really matter how much it rains. You still need to come out for your daily walks. A few of the faces are familiar and they smile at me. I smile back at them, but do not stop to make more conversation. As I keep walking, I see her. I wish she would look at me, but tonight, she intentionally looks through me as though I do not exist. It’s alright, she will come around. Some other day, I think to myself. And then I make my way back home. By the time I enter the house, it has started raining heavily again, and I end up standing at the window for a while longer to breathe in the cool air.
And that was how I spent my evening today.