Dear Veronica, Thanks for the coffee

I was sitting in an unnoticed corner of a not-very-popular yet, ‘hyphy’ cafe in San Diego, you-know-where. The furniture was a bit creaky there but the place suited me best: lonely and hidden. The cafe had an Italian name that roughly translated to ‘rainbow’. Though, save for a few designs on the wall and a big advertising banner near the cash counter, the whole café looked pale and colourless. The glass panes showed a mute traffic stricken road that was on the other side, people probably buzzing their vehicle horns, checking their watches and running back home this late in the night. Without the noises, the busy road looked as boring and peaceful as the soundless movies of the early twentieth century. The noises, however, did creep in, every time someone pushed the door to get in or pulled it to get out. The traffic from inside the cafe looked starkly contrasting. 

The aroma of coffee, whose flavour I never ever care to recognise, put my thinking on pause. The coffee was placed with a gentle thud on the white, porcelain table before me with a forced Sunday night sleepy smile. Before I even stretched for the coffee, the peace of the place was beginning to break-up.

What do you mean uncompatible?”, the lad, who looked like he had come straight here after scoring a homerun in a thrilling baseball encounter, yelled at… well… his future ex-girlfriend.

Ok. Let me say incompatible! Is that any better?”, the girl who looked like a Super Mario doll in an American bar replied quite gently. By then, I had twice tried to move my seating forward, in vain.

My friend used to say Betty girls are just bitc..”, he paused and rubbed his forehead. He took those ten seconds probably to compose himself and continued politely, “Veronica! We can’t breakup… like… just like that!

Oh! Are we breaking up because it sounds cool or

Because you thought love was your refrigerator defrost button?

Trying to play the smarter one eh? You ain’t got nothing in your head? Hella lot of times I’ve told you! We can’t be together. ONE you aren’t the swagger you think you are TWO

You are mentally ill THREE Let’s stop talking about breaking up every week… thrice

If you can complete the sentences I start, please fast forward to the part where we say good bye and walk out

Then you’ll have to wait till the next week… No… Every next week

Where on earth did you learn to annoy people?

From a girl who thinks she’s beautiful, gifted and courageous when the best thing she has done anyone was moving out of her parent’s house in Long Ilan

The girl who looked rather cool and patient all this time secretly searched for something and finally seemed to have found it on my table: the coffee mug.

The lad was licking the coffee on his face within 3 seconds. By then, she had stormed out of the café pretending to be crying. For a second it felt like a sandstorm had just passed over a music concert making howling sounds as it passed over the microphones.

Great way to skip the billing part, ladies and gentleman” the lad said smiling and continued “Thank God this place doesn’t serve coffee hot!

Nobody cares these days. I meant… for the privacy and coffee of another individual. They all take it for granted and make it part of the viewer’s fee.

The whole of the attention of the place was on this young lad’s table. The lad did not seem the least embarrassed or shaken. Meanwhile, I had ordered another coffee and specifically asked for it to be hot or else I won’t pay for it (and for the previous one that broke a beautiful couple). The occasional glances decreased exponentially and things were returning to normal, except for the coffee’s smell and stain that remained on his T-Shirt.

The fifteen people in the café after fifteen minutes looked and behaved like nothing had happened. Further ten minutes later, after the lad had washed himself off the coffee and ordered twice for garlic bread and cappuccino, he received a phone call.

The ringtone turned people’s heads towards him. It was Celina Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’ from ‘Titanic’. Not what you set as a general ringtone.

Veronica! I’m sorry”, he said.

Well I’m sorry tooI made you read this sh*t.

(I’m basically a very low IQ person and have absolutely no creativity to boast of.

Adding to these, this time, the DailPost Challenge was extremely challenging)



Good night!

20 Days on WordPress: Lessons in Blogging

Today marks my 20th Day on


WordPress has been a journey, a revelation and a companion.

What was I doing before I came to WordPress?

I was on Blogger .

Blogger wasn’t a bad platform at all but, it lacked easy content discovery. I had to manually post links of posts on my Facebook and twitter profiles and keep waiting for responses (which did not turn up). Blogger was also pretty bad at Stats. My blog has 1550 lifetime views when not more than 50 people have visited it (going by Google Analytics). It didn’t have a prominent tagging system. I had friends who were on WordPress who told me how good it was.

That was how and why I made the switch.

A New Beginning.

The very first Post I wrote garnered two likes and was reblogged. That may sound silly to you but, it made my day. That was when I started discovering the reach and ease of WordPress.


20 Days on WordPress have taught me a few WordPress specific things:

  • The best way to get people to see your blog is to write on Dailypost topics (Don’t forget to pingback and tag)
  • 2 likes is the lowest you can get. (Anything below that means a lack of good content or bad tagging)
  • People follow you mainly because of the tags you wrote on (and not always because of the content)
  • Pictures speak a thousand words PERIOD (Google Advanced Image search can come in handy in addition to Flickr and others)
  • WPChallenge offers a 1 by 100 chance of success in getting Freshly Pressed. (While a general post has a chance close to 1 by 1,000,000)
  • There are sites on WordPress where you can publish your posts to a larger and like-minded audience (Like for poetry)
  • Humor and Inconventional (which is the unconventional term for ‘unconventional’) writing will be appreciated and Freshly Pressed.
  • Anything more than a thousand and five hundred words will not be fully read (or read at all)
  • The theme need not be spectacular. (It just shouldn’t annoy the reader)
  • A reader is a guest. (A comment needs a reply. A suggestion needs a nod. Criticism needs acceptance)
  • If not for Akismet, each blog post will receive an average of 10 comments daily (Spam comments, I forgot to mention)

You can take all this as advice or just as facts a fellow blogger discovered.

Don’t you want to read:

Thanks for reading (You are my guest! 😀 )

Good luck!

Happy Blogging!