first breaks and coffee
"I have always found it really hard to make friends and talk to new people". She said that to a large group of people and blinked. What was she thinking, opening herself up like this to people she had met just a day earlier. There was no response from the crowd, just customary words of wisdom from the instructor. She wished she could dig a hole and just bury herself right in. The session dragged on and she didn’t hear a word of what transacted. When it ended, she lunged at her bag and was about to dart out when someone called out her name. She turned around – half snappy, half skeptical.
"Coffee at Jujus?", they said. And she nearly melted with relief.
Games we play
The coffee was more sugary
His relationship, newly relegated to being ‘long distance’ less so
His GPA wasn't inching towards anywhere
His efforts towards making it move increased more so
The weather, hot, dull, dreary, wasn't letting up
His mood, dark and foreboding, was settling down.
It was in this state that he slowly, at first, started dribbling the ball on the empty court. The slow then became the intense and after baskets and more baskets, grunts and growls, misses and curses, he stopped for a moment. Wiping the sweat off, he allowed that slow smile to spread on his face.
That infinitesimally small moment of absolute bliss.
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