Thursday, 9 November 2017

BEAUTY THAT GOES UNNOTICED EVERY DAY

BEAUTY THAT GOES UNNOTICED EVERY DAY
 I am seated here waiting for my childhood friend to come see me. I have been to this café a hundred times but surprisingly have not noticed a lot about it. Today, I sit here, on this black chair having drunk one cup of coffee already.

Two  rings and the call goes through. She picks up and sadly she is stuck in the famous New York City traffic. The café has a soft instrumental tune playing. I look around and see everyone seated and chatting. Some laughing, others look like they are too busy to even enjoy their coffee nicely. I can hear the beeping of cars outside the café and the creaking sound the door makes, every time someone enters or leaves.

I feel at peace but still a little bit annoyed because I am so excited to meet my friend. It is like as if the inside of the café is a complete different world from the outside. The world seems to be moving fast while I am seated watching it move. It really is peaceful. The paintings hung on the wall have a lot to notice about. Their bright colours to what they are showing.

The lady behind the counter keeps looking at me, I have been here for more than an hour, but my friend still has not arrived. She smiles at me and I smile back. Everyone around me is doing something apart from me. As I look out of the window again I see a small girl with a pink dress and her hair let loose. She looks like she is having the time of her life eating the chocolate ice – cream.

My thoughts wonder off  and I start thinking of how my childhood friend must have  changed since the last time I saw her, which was like five years ago. I bet she will still be so beautiful like always. She is so radiant and has a very attractive personality. She truly is a gem, I think about how much of a treat it is to talk to her.

I feel like I should thank her for being late. All this beauty would go unnoticed, wouldn’t it ?i look back as I hear the creaking sound of the door but sadly it isn’t her. I decide to call her again and she says she is here , I turn around and there she is……


Done by Sajani Patel

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