IT WASN'T JUST ABOUT THE "COFFEE".
It wasn't just about the coffee in Starbucks, That souvenir is still so fresh on our taste buds. Sitting on that brown comfy couch for hours, Sipping the warmth of worthwhile idleness, We exchanged words of leisure, life and love endlessly. Every single sip taken was similar to taking a vow, We got back of each other for every then and now. Oh! I can't forget that mischievous smile of yours, You made the evening humorously comfortable a little more, Actually, not just a day but your presence truly never let me feel bore. Your delicate "Caramel Praline Latte" always defines you so well, And I am still falling in the hangover of dark " Espresso Macchiato". Before us, the radiance of the ambiance was pretty calm & unmoved, But, our never-ending talks & baseless laughter illuminated the coffee room, Now, those multiple dangling lamps happily laid the linen of lightning over gloom. Never thought that a simple coffee can wipe...