It's really liberating to be alone in the midst of people; doing what I like. Reading, writing, solving Tinkle puzzles, reading my current paperback (Delhi: A Soliloquy), dressed in a lazy green shirt and grey shorts.
I'm hogging up space on a barstool again. There seems to be only unoccupied barstools. Patrons come and leave as the interiors and each table and chair plays host. No one really gives a damn, I think. I take up my own sweet time - read, jot down, try to convey what I'm experiencing.
Must've spent 45 minutes people watching - clients trying out BMW bikes next door, people with places to be. Around me, couples on dates, college friends catching up, while I'm engrossed in what the forgotten charm of Tinkle has to offer.
Patrons came and left. Tables emptied and filled again. I was just another face that the café kept company.
A baby at heart, who yearns for things that sound super normal to others. Soaking up the experience of being around people, without really being a part of it. I stayed indoors yesterday and felt super secluded - today felt like the right antidote.
My server was kind enough to give me a sheet of paper and a pen, and another piece when I asked for it. The time was 4:15 pm. I started jotting down these words, cause it felt like it needed to be put on paper
I had nowhere to be, and it felt like exactly where I should be.
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