A cafe story
Dark interiors, color of coffee
Spindly tables , bright chairs
Cushy sofas, the lone rocking chair
Ubiquitous cardboard coffee cup
Smell of fresh coffee
A cheery barista
A couple chatting quietly
A business meeting in another corner
Others mostly alone
Their faces lit up in an eerie glow
From their laptops
A few with their noses in a book
A young college girl
Slouched in the darkest corner
Sweats , lanky, disheveled hair
Over her face
An insipid textbook
On the table,unopened, ignored
A cup ,growing cold
Likewise ignored
Texting furiously
Her abrupt rise
Flinging down the phone in fury
Blind blundering to the restroom
Tissue to her eyes
While the abandoned phone
Vibrates, dances a jig on the table
To an upbeat ringtone
With unfeeling gaiety
--shubha
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