The point of no return

It was pleasant day otherwise.. The pale mist had withdrawn its claim over the lake. The reluctant rays of sun played on abundant supply of reflecting surfaces. Over a cup of coffee we talked, argued, fought and screamed. But the oars of reason don’t work well in emotional quagmires. I was well aware that we were not moving anywhere. What a mess it was.

When the storm in the coffee cup didn't subside I gave up. I started playing with my empty coffee cup, my fingers weaving magic over the cup. The magic did work. Slowly her endless stream of accusations became like a noise from distant waterfall. Angry. Tumultuous. Beating the stones in their watery grave. Yet you can sleep listening to that noise, if only you can make it a background and put some thought in the foreground of your mind. I reached a state of bliss(which surprised myself when I look back).

‘A lot can happen over a cup of coffee'. The lines painted on the coffee cup brought smile in my face. A lot..of course. Before I could realize that the smile was at a wrong time and wrong place, a thunderbolt jolted me from my seat. “Are you listening??”.I could see the anger in her eyes. I knew I still loved her but I was helpless. May be she was helpless too.

I decided to let go. My instinct told me to move on. Ignoring her calls and the questioning glances of curious onlookers I walked away.. not knowing where I was going .. Probably it didn't matter .. All the roads were leading to the point of no return.