At Kaldi Kappee our picturesque coffee shop, you can indulge in the pleasure of creating your own brew starting from the bean to the infusion in your cup besides sneaking a peek at a planter’s life the Kodavas are privileged with.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.
What is it else a madness most discreet;
A choking gall, And a preserving sweet.
-Romeo and Juliet
But there was no forgetting. She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that welled up between their words, sometimes cold and hollow, sometimes pregnant with things that went unsaid, like a cloud filled with rain that never fell. He opened the tea box. They were all there, Pari’s feathers, shed from roosters, ducks, pigeons; the peacock feather too. He tossed the yellow feather into the box. One day, he thought.
The madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown the Ophelia of my desire.