The curious case of Narrator

Well, hello there.

Coffee brewing alright?  This is a story of this one girl, Zahra, who loves coffee to the extent of saying she is everything that is coffee. Freshness of brew, filled with warmth, at times strong, mostly latte, sometimes cool as ice, sometimes as difficult to gulp one shot of espresso to someone who isn't a coffee lover, you know what I mean?

She is an enigma, if you ask me. She is lost mostly in her thoughts, which are another world to you and me. Well, that means at times you won't even know what is going inside that big globe thing which she decorates with a messy bun.

Sometimes, or most of the times, she is so happy that her infectious smile makes you fall in love with everything around you. Like I fall in love everyday with my green neighbors and little chippers and all others aerial creatures that establish the fact that Sun has risen. And yes, I fall in love with the sunlight too, because, much grateful to the beautiful weather these days, I bask in the glory of Mr Sun.

I have heard her sometimes, Zahra, saying that new day brings new hope. If you ever look at her while is busy admiring Sun or for that matter Moon as well when night covers the sky with the velvety blanket, you will also be enchanted, for you will see her dreamy eyes filled with hope and love, or tears, lately that I am seeing her with past few days.

She is exasperated or she is tired is my guess.

This girl who was lately so vibrant as the sky with rainbow, now she is like a hot coffee gone cold and bland in taste. 

My guess is that she waiting for someone to call her, a friend may be? I don't know, yet.

May be one of these mornings, I find herself coming back to her earlier version, the lovely girl with the dreamy eyes who makes me fall in love all over again.