Mr. Coffee Hater- My New Friend!

Hey guys, I have a new friend. Well, to be honest we have met only a few days back but we seem to hit it off.

This new friend comes and visits me often these days, as often as almost everyday, precisely at the same time. We sit in my room’s balcony; have a cup of coffee and talk. And to be honest, he isn’t a big fan of coffee (disappointed) so I have coffee and we both talk. I think I might have begun to like his company a little bit. My mom says this is temporary! This is nonsense! I am definitely appalled at her for saying this but how can I express the amount of affinity I share with this new friend. This is just beyond her grasp.

So today, I am having my coffee and I was just about to send this friend on a guilt trip for not showing up on time, when suddenly from nowhere he barged into my space and landed in front of me.

“So how are you today?” he asks me.

“I think I am good.”

“Oh, you and your thinking.” He rolls his eyes at me.

What! What am I suppose to say?

“How are you, if I may ask?” I ask anyway.

“I am awesome as always!!”

Of course you are.

“And what brings you here today?” I ask adamantly.

“Precisely nothing. I just though I should stop by since I was visiting near by.”

“Oh you and your thinking!” I mimic.

“What now? Thinking is only your job or what?”

“Nah. You could try that too, but I don’t think you will master it as much as I can.”

“Fair point well made Miss Moushmi.”

“Now will you tell me what exactly are you doing here? Visiting me almost everyday, at the same time, never really doing anything?”

“Will you tell me what exactly are you doing here, same time, everyday? He counter-attacks.

“Ummmm, I think you forget, this is my house, my room, my balcony, my coffee!!!” I almost want to scream.

“So?”

Oh my God! Look at the horror that this little man throws upon me. What do you mean so? I mean I am almost expected to be in my house. I don’t have to take permission form anyone for that. And in contrast I certainly have a right to ask for his reasons of visiting. Seriously, though what does he think of himself!

 

“I am just asking what brings you here?”

“You.”

“Yeah, but you come here everyday, you sit and you fight with me and then leave. You have never told me the exact purpose of your visit. I don’t even know your name.”

“So you can ask me my name.”

“And you think you will answer that?”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“The fact that I have repeatedly asked you your reason of visiting me, but you won’t open your filthy mouth on that.”

“Yeah but my filthy mouth will definitely want to tell you my name.”

“What’s stopping you?”
“The fact that you haven’t exactly asked.”

Uuuuurrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!!

“I will ask you just after you tell me the reason for your 6th visit in the 6th day of knowing you.”

“Are we still on that?”

“Apparently!”

“Okay, I think it’s time to go.”

“But where are you going? My coffee isn’t over yet.”

“Then drink your damn coffee and let me watch you drink it.”

“The coffee isn’t damned!! How could you…..”

“Yeah, yeah, I still don’t find any good reason in drinking that strong cup. I threw it out of my mouth the first time I tasted it.”

“Yeah I remember that, it wasn’t exactly too long ago.” I remember our first meeting where I couldn’t stop laughing at his reaction in tasting coffee for the first time. That was my first in meeting someone who had never tasted coffee!! DUH…

“So, now if you are done with your coffee, I think I should go. I have better things to do.”

“Like what? And I literally don’t remember inviting you here.”

“Well, I invited myself.”

“Then deport yourself too.”

“I will!!”

“What’s stopping you?”

“You damned coffee.”

“You’d be happy to know, the cup is empty now.”

“Seriously though, you waste a lot of time drinking that.”

“How does it bother you?”

“Fair point well made.” He retorts.

“I know.”

“Now really, I should get going.” He insists.

“Try and be stopped.”

“Yeah, yeah, I am leaving.”

I am waiting for him to leave.

“By the way you seriously are not interested in knowing my name, are you?”

“I am. But you won’t say.”

“You won’t ask. Then how can I tell you my name?” he complains!!!

Oh my god, and I still like his visits?

“Okay, then will you please tell me your name?” I ask too pleadingly, with all smiles and politeness.

“Of course.”

WHAT!!!!!

“But for now it’s time to go.” He adds. And then just as swiftly he had come, he flies away and vanishes into thin air.

 

This, this new friend of mine? Doesn’t even like getting clicked. I somehow managed to get a nice shot. I am introducing you guys to him as Mr. Coffee Hater. Be my guest; judge him all you want, I don’t care, because he is just so adamant with me. He gets into my nerves and is so, so irritating at times. And yet I like his visits? I must be losing my mind!!

 

Anyways, here he is, with his roguish charms.

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Until we meet again 😀

Take Care.

28 thoughts on “Mr. Coffee Hater- My New Friend!

  1. Hahaha. I was so astound by the climax of this post. Seriously I enjoyed your conversation with your new friend – Mr. Coffee Hater. Your conversation was like I was waiting what next comment would 😍 Just too good Moushmi 😍

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  2. I missed few of your post and what do I get to see a new friend of yours👀you are seriously crazy moushmi but then I like this crazy stuff. Welcome to Mr.coffee hater I hope he keeps irritating you (In starting I felt it was like we were talking but then it’s all new different level)

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  3. First line and i felt he was somehow related to your big happy family…and i was pretty close! 😀 delightful writeup!! I really like these little creative posts of yours….they drive away all the blues!

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