There could have been thousand realms of the possibilities that could have existed in the moment that I was. Sitting at the coffee table of a café on the street, the bright rays of sun had just started to pour in through the glass wall and on a mild cold morning, a little warmth was always welcome. The waitress came in poured me another cup of black coffee in the glass cup and headed for another table. I kept on looking outside on the street for a sigh to decide upon something very important in my life, i.e. that day. There was nothing special about that day, it was nearly same as this day but living in the present makes every day more important than the past one and as somebody said “the way you pass your day is the way you lead your life”.
So there I was, trying to give some meaning to the day it was going to be. If would have to die the next day or something, I would have been more focused on making that day seem more important to myself, but it wasn’t going that way. Even how hard I tried I felt same like every other day, so I decided to wait for a sign. Just when I was about to sip my coffee for the 10th time, an asteroid crashed beside the café. It could have been one of the possibilities that could have happened but it didn’t, I sipped my coffee for the 10th time and every thing was normal. I started yawning from boredom. Just then a two cars collided, not at a very high speed but driver of one of the car seemed injured. I ran out of the café, somehow pulled open the door of the crashed car and pulled out the driver.
He was a man somewhere in his 50s, wearing a rich suit. His head was seriously injured. People started gathering, so before much public could get around, I stopped a cab and took him to the hospital. The hospital authorities asked me the name of the person. I scanned his suit and able to lay hand on his wallet in which there was his license. I handed the license to the authorities and further scanned his wallet and cellphone to get some contact for his relatives. Coincidently his phone started buzzing the same time. I picked up the call.
A girl answered on the other side, “hello, dad don’t forget to pick the dress in the way”, I waited for a while, the again said, “hello, dad”. I said “hello, ma’am I am sorry to tell you but your dad met an accident on the way and I brought him to this hospital on the 8th avenue, Hudson street”, “what, how did this happen, I would be there as soon as possible” and she hung up the phone. The doctor took the man into the operation theatre, mean while the police was there to take my statement. I told them what ever I saw. I waited for another 15 minutes and suddenly a girl came rushing in. she was trying to enquire every body about somebody. I approached her and asked that was the man in the brown suit is her dad. She replied affirmative. I took her near the operation theatre and told her every thing. She hugged me immediately and thanked me.
After some time the door of the operation theatre opened and the doctor came out, he said that the patient was ok and would come back to senses in an hour, before that nobody could go in. we sat on the chairs outside and I kept on consoling her. After an hour a nurse came to tell that we can visit the patient, we went in the room, the man was awake. He held her daughter’s hand and said “this is the right guy for you, you both should marry” and after some days we both were married and I was handed over a large business and I or we lived happily ever after.
Nothing of this sort happened, there was no car crash, no one was injured and no one giving me large business and his beautiful daughter to marry, but it could have been one of the possibilities. I was sitting in the stupid café sipping over my coffee for the 20th time since the morning waiting for some sign.
An hour had passed, still, nothing. Out of boredom I took out my sketch book and looked around for something to sketch. Precisely there was nothing so beautiful to be sketched, so I just started sketching the street itself, with random figures in the back ground like a boat, a girl’s face and many other things which appeared as a water mark behind the street. I guess I spent about six hours sketching all this. I don’t know how many times the girl poured coffee for me, and how the sky was filled with black clouds and the sun has vanished . I was busy sketching so much so much that I never noticed that somebody was standing behind my back for the last two hours, until he said, “This is few of the best works that I have ever seen”.
I turned around and looked at him. He was some what in his 50s or 40s can’t say exactly, but had a radiant face, well trimmed beard and combed hairs. I said “thanks for the compliment”. He pulled a chair and sat beside me and said “can I see your sketch book” “sure” I answered. I gave him my sketchbook. He scanned through each of the sketches carefully for about half an hour and than said “I would like to have an art exhibition of yours in my art gallery”. I was shocked for a while, and then said “what, really, that would be great and an honor to me”, he said “ and also I would like to buy this sketch of the street that you just made, this is one of a kind, so how much would you accept for this”. I was in a thought for a while and before I could say any thing he spoke again “would $10,000 suffice”, I literaaly gaped at him and he said “I think that will suffice and rest we can also auction your sketches after the exhibition is over”. He signed a cheque attached it with a business card of his and gave it to me.
Few moments back I was this guy living from hand to mouth and suddenly I have $10,000 at my disposal and may be even more after the auction. It felt so good that I shouted “yess” and everybody was staring at me, because nothing of this sort happened. I know nothing about sketching, had no sketching book nor a pencil even, but that could have been a possibility. The street still looked the same, sun was still visible and I was sipping my coffee for the 30th time.
I guess this coffee had sort of alcoholic effect in it, so to check I got up and started falling out of dizziness and caught by the waitress, which I never realized was so beautiful.
Well till now you must me wondering that even this happened or not. Well it didn’t but could have been a possibility. I am going to tell you any more of this because till now you would have lost faith between what really happened and what didn’t. Rather I would say nothing is true, there is no sun in the sky, there is no café, there is no glass wall and there is no waitress, beautiful or ugly. But wait, two things are true, first I am having a black coffee, which I just made and I wrote these possibilities, sitting in a closed room of my apartment at 4am in the morning, when there is no sun and my roommate snoring.
Well everything is not that great, but not that ugly either, coz there are thousand possibilities…!!
