Just when Monday seemed to be very gloomy, I decided to bury myself in a book because I experience ataraxia when I read. And suddenly someone kicked the door of my room. And there he was standing with two mismatched cups of coffee in his hands and a contagious smile on his face just like before.
We stirred sugar with spoons that belonged to different sets and sipped coffee while I told him the story of my recently read book. And he kept nodding just the way he used to. He smirked at the way steam from my cup fogged my glasses and I laughed at the way he dunked his glucose biscuit a second too long and it broke into his coffee. He looked slightly contrite before the gleam in his eyes returned and said, "Well, I was too busy looking at you." And I took a sip of my coffee as my heart took a somersault.
We went for a walk and discussed all the stupid things we did together as children. The swings and slide in the park have changed over the years but the memories haven't. We recalled the time when I couldn't swing as my feet didn't reach the ground and he would push my swing from behind. He asked me to sit on the swing so that we could do the same.
Soon our other friends entered the park. We all chatted for long hours. And he left with an old promise of witnessing mangata together very soon.