..Over a cup of coffee Part II...

..continued from "Over a cup of coffee"

He called waiter for one more cup of coffee.She too felt a desire to have one.As he asked waiter to bring one more cup of coffee,she added
"Make it two"
"Ok mam"
He gave a smile,again bend his head and continued scribbling in his notebook.She was getting bored.She wanted to know what he was writing in that notebook.After few minutes , her curiosity break heights and finally she blasted,"What are you scribbling in that notebook...???"
He raised his head,there was so depth in those blue eyes,that anyone would find themselves lost there.
"I am writing a letter to my best friend,Sheetal"
Somehow his words rescued her from getting lost in those eyes.She drifted her eyes away from his eyes and rested them on the letter.
"Ok so is she far away from you"
"no not so far"
"then why are you writing this letter to her"
" actually,she is little bit angry with me"
"but then why letter why don't you call her or meet her",she was getting puzzled.
"She will not talk to me,neither will she meet"
"You did something wrong"
"No...actually that's what I want to know from her,that what mistake I did ,that she is so angry with me."
She started wondering how can a friend do like this, stop talking to your best friend without any cause.He took a sip of coffee and looked straight at her wandering eyes.
"That's why I came here daily and write a letter to her"
He paused for a second and continued his streams of words with bit of excitement,
"You know this is the place where I met her first time ,and this same coffee we took that day..",for a second he was lost in those beautiful moments of past.But his series of flashes was knocked by her scream,
"What you write letter daily..how long you have been writing these letters.."
"hmmm.. 3 months 12 days"
Her eyes widened with shock,"..and she hasn't responded even to your one letter"
His voice was little bit heavy now,"No,she hasn't replied yet"
He took a last sip of his coffee,tore that letter from notebook,folded it and put inside the envelope,wrote her address on the envelope. She was still wandering with shock that what kind of a friend he is having who hasn't replied even to his one letter. He took his bag and notebook gave that same dazzling smile,"Thanks a lot for allowing me to sit here..it was nice talking to you"
She tried to smile too but somehow her heart was not feeling good,"Its ok"
He stood up and stepped out of the door.She saw him leaving,her eyes stared at his back.When he was out of her sight,she turned her eyes towards her coffee.She felt something near her feet,bend down and picked up the folded paper.
"This must be his letter, may have fallen from his notebook".She thought, turning her eyes towards the exit door of cafe.But he was already gone.Somehow she couldn't hold her holds from reading that letter.As she opened it and her eyes ran through that letter her heart started pumping furiously.That letter said,

Aryan,

Please stop sending these letters.Your letters have loaded my letter box.I have told you so many times that Sheetal is no more.She is dead.She can't come back.Come to your senses Aryan.Face this reality.She is no more to read these letters.

Sheetal's Mom

Tears rolled out of her eyes.Her heart felt a pangs of pain.She turned her moist eyes away from letter at the glass window of the cafe.Amidst the mist of tears,far from other side of road,she saw Aryan infront of letter box, he kissed the letter in his hand and dropped it into the letter box.