The girl wrapped in a pink shirt and shawl around her cozy shoulders, sipping coffee, her lips pursed with the possibilities of the day.
A random couple on the metro, sharing a morning newspaper.
The suave businessman in the coffee shop, nailing an elusive business deal, sipping his third cappuccino of the morning.
And then them, the couple in love. Hand-holding, coochie-cooing, acting all mushy and cozy whilst the morning light plays hide-and-seek with their beatific smiles.
They were all over the place. Morning meant light. And there they were, wrapped up in that light, cosying upto each other at every opportunity. They were enjoying the scenic day, the sun so smooth, lighting up their paths.
But…the morning decided to bless them with even more beauty. Rosy clouds, golden-green trees, the birds chirping away. And they could not escape this day’s beauty. They could never escape it. They were filled with delights of all kinds.
There they were, drinking coffee from the same mug, their lips intertwined. The smell of leaves in the air, drifting around them, creating a supple beauty. There they were, being teased by their friends because they were so overwhelmed by each other. They could never forget that moment, being blessed as a couple.
There they were, singing along to the tune of a song on the radio. Their faces close together. The song nurturing every elemental force of their love.
There they were, enjoying the first bite of cheese Maggi and omelette together, the food a veritable feast for their hungry stomachs.
There they were, already planning to meet for brunch in between office.
There they were, teasing each other, pulling each other's legs, enjoying getting on each other's nerves and then smoothing the ruffled feathers.
There they were, just being themselves.
And the perfection ensued.