For the many thoughts that come and go unannounced and the ones which refuse to budge out of my head…

Sometimes just drinking a cup of coffee in solitude gives you so much time to just sit and think, and moreover makes you notice so much. My day at Cafe Coffee Day today made me notice so many things and so many different kinds of people.

Cafe Coffee Day, Delhi

The moment I entered ‘Cafe Coffee Day’, I was enticed by the intoxicating aroma of coffee beans which immediately captured my senses and worked like a magnet and drew me into the divine world of the flavour of coffee.

The catchy burst of the vibrant colours of purple and red and the brilliant lighting brightens up one’s mood, contrary to the gloomy textures and dim lighting of the other ‘fine-dining’ restaurants.

The wooden panels and warm coloured floor added to the warm and welcoming ambience of the Cafe.

As I walked in to find a seat, I was greeted by the background music of U2’s ‘With or Without you’ playing like a nearly symbolic description of my presence in the place.

Coffee in its truest sense has many more connotations than merely being a refreshing drink. Coffee to many, is a form of refreshment, to others, it’s an excuse to socialise. It’s just the beauty of the word which can be used as many a parts of speech, a noun, a verb and an adjective.

As I sat on my seat in CCD (as we usually address it), I saw various people of the most diverse kind.

A waiter flocked around my table waiting for me to order. And to get my peace of mind and a clear view of the entire place and moreover to refresh my senses, I ordered a cup of my favourite Cafe Mocha.

There is never really an isolated reason for having coffee or so the people here believe.

I caught hold of the most centrally located table, being the only one vacant.

The first thing that caught my eye was the table right in front of me, occupied by a bunch of teenagers celebrating the freedom they just acquired after a month full of torturous exams. The noisiest of them all was ironically, a girl who was trying to hush anyone who was discussing the paper.

But there was genuine happiness on their faces. Even though they did not toast with bottle of champagne, they drank to life and to happiness with a cup of coffee.

Right in the corner was a couple, who looked much in love and did not care about the world around them. They had strategically placed themselves at the corner table sipping a blend of chilled coffee and chocolate from a common tall glass. Looking into each others’ eyes, they drank to love.

The song changed to Taylor Swift’s ‘Love Story’. Oh! The mysterious symbolism of music. The waiter brought my coffee and with it, the refreshing aroma of coffee with a hint of hazelnut.

At the other side, was a table occupied by two girls in their youth, engaged in therapeutic bitching and lightening their burden of frustration. They were getting happier by the minute as they ate a plateful of sin, the ‘chocolate fantasy’, and shared their bad experiences, almost competing with each other as to whose boyfriend was a bigger chauvinist or whose boss was a bigger bully.

The place was also flocked by the solo type. All around me, I could see tables occupied by a single person and that too of various kinds.

Like the workaholic type, who even brought his work to an innocent coffee shop. The type who came to drown their sorrows in coffee, probably because of a bad day or an ongoing bad phase, crying internally and trying hard to not let the waiter know what was wrong. The self-obsessed type, a woman who was sitting right next to a table beside the mirror. And finally, the type who just needed some time to them self, a middle-aged woman drinking a steaming cup of black coffee, and reading a book.

The song now changed to ‘Uff Teri Ada’ bearing no such blatant symbolic meaning as did the previous ones and my coffee was nearly half finished.

Right in front of me was a carefree, dating couple, quite evidently, well into the second anniversary of their relationship, not caring about what the other thought about the enormous amounts the other was consuming. Truly a ‘healthy’ relationship, must say.

Somewhere in the other side was a table with the most noisy and hence noticeable people, a bunch of girls celebrating their shopping bags. And admiring each others’ attire and nail-art.

My coffee was now over and so was my time. The song changed to the Goo Goo Dolls’ ‘Iris’. And as I walked towards the counter to pay the bill, the song made an imaginary me, sway in my head, adding to the miniature high coffee tends to give you, and the taste of the coffee lingered in my mouth.

As I walked out after paying the bill the only thoughts in my head were the ones about the various people who came to Cafe Coffee Day. They drank to happiness, to joy, to sorrow and to love. But most of all they drank to life.

The tagline of CCD is true to its word, saying, “a lot can happen over coffee”.

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Comments on: "Coffee and the Solitary Onlooker" (6)

  1. and sometimes we wish we had someone to hold hands with!

    • Absolutely! 🙂
      I truly did wish the same, sitting alone out there..
      It would’ve been perfect if I had someone to be lost with in the world where you feel like no one’s watching you.. 🙂

  2. COFFEE addict!!!

  3. […] with a puppy face as well); mastered the art of pulling all-nighters, without a wink of sleep (yes, coffee is still my best friend); put on 8 kilos in a month (trust me that’s a huge achievement); […]

  4. Good information to know and right to the point. Thanks for this well written post, i’ll follow up for more updates if you keep posting them

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