library canteen

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The Library Canteen
Dingy, noisy, utensils clamouring, calls for masala dosa, tea, coffee made the whole place alive at dusk. It was a time when students would ruminate after their long hours in the library. Familiar faces, familiar greetings and familiar questions made the library canteen so resistance to change. But why change? Some inanimate structures continue to radiate warmth like human beings. The ambience inside was suffocating in contrast to the picturesque view outside which was an extension of the Aravalis with large stones transformed into sitting spots for those who enjoyed their tea and coffee with drags of cigarettes and intellectually charged conversations.
Amidst, the noise, the clamour and the open sky outside something was brewing between two people who had nothing in common – language, culture, religion, subject, geographies, food habits practically nothing to brew together. The woman, Saudamini was simple, had an ambition to prepare for Indian Civil Services (IAS) and was active in the leftist politics in contrast to her feudal background. So the noise outside was within her as well, things were muddling up in her head. The man was a nonchalant variety who was unaware of where he wanted to be in the years to come. Sometimes the cosmic powers play strange tricks, and you are made to believe that everything happens for a cause. Why should anyone be entangled in situations that are bound to fail and fail miserably? Saudamini was not meant for the nonchalant man, she was destined to be in safer territories that would bring out the best in her. She was heading for a disaster but little did she know of what was written in the following chapters of her life. Sometimes sorcerers are required to show what the future beholds, if that is true – many hearts could be prevented from breaking. For now she was sipping the tea sitting in one corner, looking at the yellow-orange sky from the broken mirrors of the windows of the library canteen.

Submitted: December 19, 2018

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The Library Canteen Dingy, noisy, utensils clamouring, calls for masala dosa, tea, coffee made the whole place alive at dusk. It was a time when students would ruminate after their long hours in the library. Familiar faces, familiar greetings and familiar questions made the library canteen so resistance to change. But why change? Some inanimate structures continue to radiate warmth like human beings. The ambience inside was suffocating in contrast to the picturesque view outside which was an extension of the Aravalis with large stones transformed into sitting spots for those who enjoyed their tea and coffee with drags of cigarettes and intellectually charged conversations. Amidst, the noise, the clamour and the open sky outside something was brewing between two people who had nothing in common – language, culture, religion, subject, geographies, food habits practically nothing to brew together. The woman, Saudamini was simple, had an ambition to prepare for Indian Civil Services (IAS) and was active in the leftist politics in contrast to her feudal background. So the noise outside was within her as well, things were muddling up in her head. The man was a nonchalant variety who was unaware of where he wanted to be in the years to come. Sometimes the cosmic powers play strange tricks, and you are made to believe that everything happens for a cause. Why should anyone be entangled in situations that are bound to fail and fail miserably? Saudamini was not meant for the nonchalant man, she was destined to be in safer territories that would bring out the best in her. She was heading for a disaster but little did she know of what was written in the following chapters of her life. Sometimes sorcerers are required to show what the future beholds, if that is true – many hearts could be prevented from breaking. For now she was sipping the tea sitting in one corner, looking at the yellow-orange sky from the broken mirrors of the windows of the library canteen.


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