"You would like something else with that perhaps?" "Actually, I'm fine. Thank you very much." I was in a café sipping hot mocha and I had just turned down an offer for mouth-watering strawberry rhubarb pie. I figured I would have lots more opportunities to dig in and I wanted to savour the sweet-tasting mocha for as long as I could. A true coffee lover knows when to indulge. Life is such a delight at times like this. What more could I ask for? I was with friends, the day was beautiful and everything seemed right with the world. I had an assortment of cakes, pies and tortes to choose from if I so wished. The conversation was animated and we were all feeling very relaxed. Mmmm... "Hey, Kavita. You haven't been speaking much... Don't tell me you're off to dreamland again. You're missing all the great jokes, lady! Mr Smarty-pants here was just telling us about his fantastic book collection. So, tell us what you like." A million things to choose from. I love everything. An exaggeration? No, not really. You have to see my apartment. It's bursting. But that's not what I replied. I didn't proclaim all things were bright and beautiful and all creatures great and small. This is what I said: "I'm absolutely crazy about colour. And I love quaint little things. Take this cup for instance. It's round; it's ordinary, but it's blue. A deep-sea blue. And paired with this sunny yellow saucer... Beautiful." "It is just a cup!" I couldn't have expected any other reaction. That's generally the reaction I get when I make bizarre-o statements like that. But that's certainly the truth. They were probably thinking that people like me shouldn't be allowed to exist on the planet, not without supervision at least. But you have to imagine the smile on my face. I would have died for that cup-and-saucer set. It probably cost a mere $10, but to me it was priceless. I made a mental note to myself to get me one of those. "So, what's so great about this cup and saucer anyway?" Lots, I said. It makes me smile when I look at it. Just as I was at smiling that moment. "Well then, you should get yourself one of those." It seems we were all thinking the same thing. There's something to be said about the same wavelength... "Would you share your cup with someone else? Hey, that's not what we mean. You know, like... if someone came over for coffee and you had to serve them, would you use your precious blue-and-yellow set?" Of course I would, I said. What a silly suggestion! I love my friends just like I love my cup and my books and my clothes and my hairspray. One didn't need horn-rimmed glasses to see that I loved a lot of things. "So, what if someone came over to your house one day and accidentally broke the cup?" A statement so bold as no other could be. Was something amiss here? I would have to go back home and count out my cups. Yeah, they knew how I loooved my things. Well, I would be hurt, I said. One doesn't hold grudges against friends. But the cup... Sigh! "Perhaps, the person who broke it might go out and replace it with a similar set and you would never know." Hmm, yes, that would certainly be possible. The person who broke it would have to be extremely intelligent about the way in which he or she went about doing so. But that's beside the point. But yes, upon contemplation, it would certainly be possible for the cup to be replaced. These people were really pushing the line. "You would still love the other cup as much then, not knowing that it was different and not the one you had originally bought?" Where were they going with this? You had to admire their persistence. Yeah I would. I'd still love it the same. The cup. The saucer. The whole deal. "Ha, got you there! If one of us replaced this set here you supposedly liked so much on first sight that it would move you to tears with another one, how does your love for this set hold up?" An insightful statement. I didn't really know how to answer that. But I knew I would love both cups equally just for the joy they brought me. I suppose it wasn't about the set really. It's about what the set meant to me, and what it would mean to me should I own such a perfectly stylised set. I didn't own it, but I decided to feel strongly for it anyway. If you think about it long and hard, we all have a cup and saucer tucked away somewhere. And I'm pretty sure most of us have an almost eerie attachment to it. So, after much discussion about beautiful cups we decided my liking a blue cup and yellow saucer was not out of the ordinary. It was then that I saw the lady sitting across from me. She was drinking chai out of a purple cup with pink polka dots. The day was still young and there were a lot more cups to see from my vantage. Life was good. Since that day Kavita Jari has progressed much through life, from one beautiful cup to another... Tell us what you think of this diary Be part of an exciting venture! Write a Diary!
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