Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Every journey has to start from somewhere. This could have began like many mornings at Figaro’s along Emerald Avenue. I’m at my favorite spot, by the window, right under the air conditioner, sipping my latte and eating a sandwich. Every morning, 32 oz of latte. Five years back, there was hardly any pedestrian walking at six thirty in the morning. I’d meet my friends for breakfast here. There were likewise countless morning meetings held here. The office after all was just across the street. Those were good days. Today, it is constantly alive. People come off nightshift and people check in for the morning. Strange how home doesn't feel like home anymore.

I glanced on the display before me. Safari pointed to Curfew imposed by Government, regarding Red Cross.

I mumbled to no one, “Here we go again.” Then a sip of Latte.