Night always gives me a
motivation to write and somehow I have a special connection with the moments of
no sunlight. Everything looks standstill, sleepy and sober in pure natural
form. The night becomes more special when it gets wet treatment from some rain
drops. In the glow of golden smoky street light, when parking is almost empty, when
few shops run on half of their electricity consumption and when dustbin are
completely filled with the trashes, the city becomes absolutely natural. The
clock pushes the needles to touch the moment of midnight and to finish the
identity of previous day. I personally like to push accelerator of my car to
drive to the nearest coffee shop and take the last order of the day, a paper
cup of hot cafe mocha with two sugar pouches. Often I find the chairs and the
tables completely silent touching each other and reminding the chit chats they
have witnessed throughout the day. The conversation of some deal, gossip of
institutions and the love talks of couples come to an end, which was never ending
business with each cup of coffee in day time.
This love has not developed in a
day, being an engineer, me and some of my friends, who are now busy in their
life, were the partners of night riding club. For us taking the first order of “Poha
wala” with a cup of a tea was a favourite act of the whole day. This was not
the only place, where we use to find the life. This love took us to different
level of discovery, some of the places we came to know from our seniors and
some we discovered. The range was from a truckers place on a national highway
to one of the biggest railway station of the central India. This whole
discovery of finding places developed an amazing bonding with the night.
Today, also when I drive with my
car’s headlight on I find the things around me are more open and acceptable.
The songs seem more melodious and the pendulum motion of the key chain appears livelier.
I reach to the coffee shop and greet to that handsome well dressed boy of
coffee shop with a smile and without asking me anything he just starts the
preparation of Rs99 cafe mocha.Though life has changed from a Rs6 Poha and Rs3
Chai to Rs99 Cafe mocha, first order of poha chai to last order of CCD, the ecstasy
of night remained same. He give extra attention to his last order, blends the
coffee perfectly with the milk and put sugar by himself and prepares an awesome
coffee. With that cup of coffee most of my memories gets life and starts
blending with me, silently I take sips and find those moments lively in front
of me. I feel the memories are not stored in the head, they stay with those
places, every time I visit those places find them alive standing in front of
me, just as waiting for me. Every sip of coffee plays with me and my memories
of ex companions, who are now part of someone else’s life. The things, which is
still with me is my words that became blog now, my wallet and my car having no.
7120(Saath Ek Doosare ka Shoonya tak). In the circumstances of gloomy light,
cup of coffee and my past memories every time I find fast moving ambulance or a
car passes me to a place called “Cradle” where a new baby gets new life after
hours from the moment I finish my last sip.
