An Enigmatic Girl and A Cup of Coffee
I was sitting idle - watching over the never-ending traffic on the road, though it was past midnight. Typical of Mumbai, the city that never sleeps! The cool breeze of the night was enticing enough for me to postpone my retirement to the bedroom. Unknowingly, my mind started jogging in memory lane and went back as far as twenty-eight years and then it paused to reminiscence an incident or rather an encounter. I used to work in the offshore oil platform of the national oil company, ONGC as a new trainee engineer. These platforms are on the high seas, some 130-odd kilometres off the shore, where we had to spend fourteen days at a stretch completely cut off from mankind. A day before my departure which was an off day for me, I hired an auto-rickshaw and rode down to Juhu Beach, a place I was very fond of; because of my attraction to the sea. It was a mild evening of a December month and I was sitting on my handkerchief, spread over the sand. The dance of the waves and the music of t...