11 September 2010

All the small things

*At a coffee shop, I wait, pretending busy, pretending I am a woman with a plan. Wondering at people, at noisy groups, feeling like a phantom limb, the taste of stale wine coating my gums, red wine lips, despite the scrubbing, new clothes sit in a white plastic bag atop a marble countertop—full of possibilities, and nights and days to come. When I am not That Girl. Alone. In. A. Coffeeshop.

* Things I find interesting:  People who live in other countries changing their accents when someone of the same country is present. People who use a word in a conversation that I have only read before. Angry comment threads on a blog. Particular lyrics of songs.
Today I heard: Some people think I’m the life of the party, because I tell a joke or two.

The idea of being in Tokyo. Other peoples lives when you’re no longer speaking to them.

*Things I could do without: Mould. White lighting in a room painted green or pink. The screech of tyres. Groups of boys just sitting together and staring when you pass them. The no smoking in public rule. Being somewhere without a book. Slow internet connections. Hostility when you are vulnerable.

* Things I have eaten recently:  The chipotle chicken pizza at California Pizza Kitchen. Bits of brain and kidney at Mohammed Ali Road. French fries with a garlic salt seasoning at WTF. A seekh kebab role from Khaan E Khaas.

* Sensations that I enjoy:  The feel of something heavy and metal in your palm. The beginning of a weekend when you have lots of plans. Finding out there are new episodes of a show you watch regularly. The satin underside of a quilt. Your own hair when it’s ironed. Finishing off all the work you had to do for the day—including replying to late emails—by early afternoon. The feel of the beginning of a holiday on the beach. A love story reaching a satisfactory conclusion. Meeting an old friend after a very long time.

14 comments:

  1. Really weekend-ish feel-good read.. and new stuff I'm sure many people do relate to.

    For instance, white light in rooms painted pink. Tell me about it.. it's unnerving!

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  2. I've spent a lot of time on Mohammad Ali Road, I have relatives who live there. A childhood memory (and occasional craving) associated with the place is the green-chutney sandwich you get across the road from my mamu's house. That and the rugra (made in leaves) are an all-time favorite.

    Shit, now I'm craving it again! :P

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  3. Tracks of my tears...one of my fav. songs....great post

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  4. ' The feel of something heavy and metal in your palm.'
    I thought I was the only one to enjoy the cold touch of metal and sometimes even give my forehead a chance before the metal warms up :D
    Simple but effective post, haven't read one since a long time.

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  5. Very nice post. Inspires me to write one like it myself.

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  6. Umm, what is so wrong with being that girl in the coffee shop? It's rather fun to sit by yourself and chill after a day of shopping, just watching people and sipping (hopefully well-made) cold coffee, no?

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  7. "A love story reaching a satisfying conclusion"
    dont we all?!

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  8. That was an exact match with what I would have written if I wrote that list (except for the things you ate recently). :)

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  9. many of yours remind me of my own...loved it...

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  11. My wife, who is a native of US midwest cracks up everytime she hears me speaking to my brother in English.

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