We meet nearly eighty thousand people in our lives. That’s a normal estimation. I have met more. And I am 29 years older than yesterday.
It’s a cloudy morning here in my city. And all I have in my hand is an imaginary cup of coffee and an imaginary someone who matters for this moment.
The question is, on this digital earth of ask me a question on social media stories, ‘who do I matter for? Who matters to me?’
Last night, I saw a heart-touching Nescafe advertisement.
It told an audience, to sit down if
You can’t remember my name,
You don’t know my school nickname was Chintu,
You don’t know about my aunty who raised me,
You’ve never seen me cry,
We’ve somehow lost touch.
It’s about a cup of coffee. Hot, creamy, with a sprinkling of cocoa powder, in a steamed Kulhad, for the people we meet and become special to us.
❤️❤️