I slumped into the store, completely drained, ordered my chai and settled down by the corner. It hadn’t been an easy day and once again work had gotten the better of me. This was becoming a bit of a routine now.
My chai arrived and each sip spread a warm, fuzzy feeling through my body. I could almost feel the life being pumped back into me, sip by sip. I started to look out at the street in front; everyone seemed to be in such a hurry, heads bowed, immersed in their phones, hardly ever stopping to converse with anyone. Everything was changing too fast and the gap between my peers and I was getting wider by the day.
I took another sip. Well, at least this was one thing always there for me.
The world which once upon a time seemed my oyster, was moving too fast for me, and the thought of being left behind scared me.
My thoughts were interrupted my a loud CLANG and my chai spilled all across the table. I looked up to see the cause of this commotion.
” So sorry Uncle, didn’t see you there. I was sending out this mail to my boss, didn’t see you there. Sorry ”
” Why don’t I get you another cup and we can have our chais together?”
Hmm, this was new.
What followed for the next hour or so, was one of the most interesting conversations I’d had. To be quite honest, I can’t recall any one topic we talked about at length, but I do know that the just like the chai, the conversation and laughter flowed seamlessly. Phones lay forgotten as we shared stories,interacting with worlds we had both never quite understood. A little perspective never hurt anyone.
The chai played the perfect accomplice. Weaving in and out in intricate fashion, slowly pushing and guiding the conversation along . It was social networking the way it was originally meant to be.
At the end of the evening, I left the store a little bit more in touch with the world, and with the feeling that it wasn’t such a scary place after all. And you know what, I think he felt the same way.