TanviWaskar

Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone is a writer. Some are written in books, and some are confined to hearts.
    
    Meera, a fledging writer who is in search of a story that can touch millions of lives.
    Vivaan, an assistant branch manager at Citibank who dreams of travelling the world.
    Kabir, a café manager who desires something of his own.
    Nisha, the despondent café customer who keeps secrets of her own.
    
    Everyone has their story,
    but what happens when these four are woven together? 
    Pull up a chair at Kafe Kabir and watch them explore friendship and love, writing their own pages of life from the cozy café to the ends of the world.

Everyone Has A Story

Hours turned into days and days turned into a week. I was exhausted and looked like hell when Kabir and Nisha came in and dropped off food for me. 


I shrugged. 'The doctor said she has brain activity, which is good. Other than that, she still hasn't regained consciousness. She is still in a coma. I am scared of losing her. I should have told her how I really feel, but I was trying to protect myself from this. Here I am in a hospital room, going through this again.' 


'Vivaan, you need to go home and shower. Take a few hours and go take care of yourself. You need to at least shave—you have a beard now,' Nisha pointed out. 


'I can't go anywhere until Meera wakes up.' I felt almost childish as I made this announcement, but I couldn't bring myself to leave her side. 


The nurses encouraged me to talk to her. Sometimes, I told her stories about my trip; other times, I just told her what was in my heart. 


I admitted to her that, through my journeys, I realized that one can never run from one's own self, one's own soul. 


'The day we met, I was almost frozen....You were so beautiful that I wanted to speak to you, but I was afraid to utter a word. I held my breath and wanted to stop time. Right from the start I knew that I had found a home for my heart.' 


A nurse came in and I stopped talking. She gestured for me to continue. 


'Meera, you turned my world upside down. You give me immense happiness ... you are my soul. My love, I don't want to look back in five years' time and think, "We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid." In five years, I want to remember how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in my life. But I didn't let it.' 


The nurse wrote something in Meera's chart. I didn't look at her directly, but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was wiping away tears. 


'Sweetheart,' I begged. 'Squeeze my hand. With it comes my heart, soul, love, trust, faith, hopes, dreams, past and future. 


'Take my hand, and with it, all I have and all I am is forever yours.' 


I didn't go anywhere; I didn't escape. Everyone thought I should leave the room to do things. They told me the hospital would call me up if there were any changes. I didn't want a call from the hospital. I wanted to see her dark brown eyes look deep within my own.


Squeeze My Hand