Memories

It was the onset of another beautiful evening. He was sipping his usual espresso shot, and was introspecting the developments that took place over recent past. The evening breeze on the balcony of seventeenth floor was adding to the magic of the ambience. What he was thinking was, how he was on an official visit, when he first met her. They had had conversation over phone a few times before that, but it was all professional. There was nothing that he could remember, he liked or disliked, in particular. However, he judged her to be childish and a little arrogant, may be. He was not sure of the later because it was too early to judge someone.

Their first meeting was more out of formality than interest. It was all mechanical. Even after that they talked several times thorough messages and calls but it was more of courtesy than pleasure. This was quite common, he thought at that time, in the professional circles. He was wondering now, how all those are making sense, almost after six months.

Those 'forget it' and 'leave it', he once hated have become anecdotes commonly shared. Those short busts of conversations that he had with her over evening tea breaks or lunch, now seem to be memories.

He hardly realised that the espresso was over...