Coffee Beans…

Her manicured fingers caressed the smooth edge of the shining black granite top. She could almost see her reflection in the black stone. Her reflection wasn’t black though, it was shining, like a star.

Admiring the red nail paint on her slender fingers, she inhaled the enriching aroma of coffee beans. The freshly brewed coffee beans had just transformed themselves into a steaming hot cup of cappuccino. She couldn’t have asked for more, from coffee beans or from her life. She had it all.

Staring at her own look, from toe to tip, everything was just perfect.

Black high healed tiptoes, formal trousers and a business shirt, accompanied by a striped gray business coat, sitting on a high chair, she was an embodiment of women empowerment. A sense of achievement and satisfaction, oozed out of her personality, just like her steaming hot cup of coffee. Her coffee smelled of peace and contentment, because it had reached the most beautiful form of its existence. Sipping from her cup, she also felt the same peace in her heart and mind.

She was the epitome of success and happiness, a combination, rare to find in this miserable world. She worked in a place where everyone was running a race, to reach the top. And the participants of the race were not even aware of what was at the top! They ran for it, because they were told or expected to do so. They had never stopped, even for a moment to reflect at their own life and choices. Success was the target….but then, who defines success? There is always someone more successful than you.

She had her goals and ambitions, very neatly charted out in her mind and she was not running a rat race. She knew the path to the top by-heart because that’s what her heart wanted. And she was well aware that she could hit the bulls eye only when she was happy!

The door opened and her reverie of thoughts was broken by her colleagues. She greeted them with a broad smile and a cheerful, “Good Morning Ma’am”.

It was time to get back to work….”Do you want some coffee ma’am, sir?” she asked courteously.

The Pantry girl stood up to start her day and a Man was born!

The School Bus

Mornings and afternoons were the happiest times of the day for Ajay. Why??

Because that was the school bus time !!!

Adventure would start with the moment he stepped into the bus, rush to sit on the last seat, excitement of meeting bus friends, chattering, giggling, mischievous glances exchanged escaping the eyes of teachers, puzzle time, stealing water from bottles, playing tippi tippi top, stone paper scissor and what not ! It was never ending fun. Ajay would start waiting for the school bus time as soon as he stepped out of the bus.

Years went by, everyone grew up. Games changed to serious discussions and debates. Chattering and giggling changed to last moment revisions, Some love stories blossomed and some hearts were shattered, but that smile on entering the bus remained….on every face. Ajay lived it all.

In all these years, numerous experiences from school bus journeys transformed Ajay. He nourished and cherished his only dream during those 45 minutes of bus time. It was time to finally see his dream becoming a reality. The sweetest ever reality of his life would happen today. He could not contain his excitement, and glanced at the needles of watch going around the dial. Like kids in his school bus called all important days, today was the “D Day” for Ajay!

He got into the driver’s seat of his school bus and turned towards the passenger’s door. A six year old stepped in. Crisp white shirt, grey shorts, belt with the school emblem, shining black shoes, brand new school bag on the back and a water bottle in hand, exactly as Ajay had envisioned in his mind. Child looked nervous. It was evident that it was his first day of school, away from home into the unknown.

Ajay gave a reassuring smile to the child and said, “Welcome to the school bus son, a new world with endless fun awaits you, embrace it”.

Ajay drove off to the next stop, to pick other kids. Smile refusing to leave his lips. His son will now experience the school bus journeys that he had always dreamt for himself.

Who says that living your dreams through your child is a crime?