It was the after war period, peace and harmony is spread throughout the land. Celebration of peace and tranquillity is held every week. Everyone was happy. Everyone was cheerful, peaceful. Until I stumbled upon an old man. He was holding his beverage and was looking at the fireworks in the night sky, sulking.
Holding a big jar of my greatest creation, I sat beside that old man and offer him a cup.
He accept my offer without saying much and held his half empty glass to me.
As I pour the golden liquid into his glass, I notice the scars and old injuries on his palm and wrist.
Curiosity kicks in like vomit and I couldn't contain it. So, I took a seat beside him and asked about his scars and what are the story behind them.
He was hesitant to answer my question but after several more glasses, he complied.
'have you been in war son?' the old man first speech spellbound me. How inconsiderate of me to even ask him of his old painful memories. I choked.
'No sir. I have not. Though I have been many quarrels with my wife and my brother.'
The old man looked into my eyes and I was stunned, as if he was looking straight into my mind and know all about my pass and present. Then, after a brief moment of awkward-ness, he smiled. The next word he whispered barely audible but I caught the lips and understand how he felt.
Immediately, I got rid of the glass and when to the kitchen and prepare a whole jug of coffee.
I went back to the same spot and pour him a fresh cup of hot espresso.
'Son, do you really want to know my story.'
'Is the coffee enough to last me till the end?'
'probably no'
'Then I'm all ears'.
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