Like Tea, Like Coffee

I gazed at him, absent-minded for a long time. His lopsided smile, messy hair, 5 day old stubble and unmistakable Tamil accent. We are the opposite ends of the world, never destined to be together. I'm the daily non attractive variety. If you wanted to vent, I could sit next to you and listen, for hours, with the occasional 'hmm' or could be your partner when you didn't need words to express. One who loves to read, be it a scribble on the wall or an article, no added frills, just plain and simple. He on the other hand was the kind of person with whom one had to peel back all the different layers, to find who he really was. Photographer, Biker, Avid traveller and Brilliant coder. Every place that he went, he turned into a different person, a separate variety, even exotic maybe. A luxury that I couldn't afford. We were, Like Tea, Like Coffee.