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This is on the motivation of Luci's "Writing challenge: My cup of coffee

Coffee Mug -----My First Crush:

I had nothing to do at home, so I decided to re-set my closet.  I was emptying the closet and putting ‘saris’ and other clothes separately.  There I found a cardboard box on the upper shelf.  I remembered it was the box in which I used to keep my teenage mementos.  I got excited, grab the box and sat on my reading table forgetting all about setting of closet.  As I opened the box, there I saw  the ‘Coffee Mug’.  I stared at the mug for some moments, then I took it out and held in my shaking hands.  As I held the mug in my hand, he was there standing just before me appearing from thin air, as beautiful, as handsome and charming as I saw him last. 

He was a friend of my father and frequently visited us (my father).  I was in my teenage, a big age difference, but I always feel attracted to him.  I felt happiness when found him at home.  I never missed chance to serve him coffee in this very mug, though my father used to ask the house maid for this, but I always pushed her aside and made myself coffee for him, which I found that he liked it.  He never talked to me but just how I was doing, or how my study going on.  He used to smoke a lot. The ash tray got full of cigarettes butts when he left.

After he left I immediately went to the room and removed the coffee mug and the ashtray.  Then I made coffee for myself in the same mug, and sipped it from the same place where he used to drink.  I also put the cigarette butt on my lips posing as I was smoking cigarette the way he used to smoke. 

t that time I could not give the name to my emotions I was feeling about him.  I often thought why I was doing so,  why I used to imitate him, why I admired him so much, that most of the time he occupied my thoughts.

This was kept going on.  I realized quite later what it was.  I got frightened, how could I justified my crush on him because he was my dad’s friend, there was big difference of age.  But I couldn’t help it.  I was failing to get rid of those emotions I had been having for him. 

Then he stopped coming to see my father.  My father told me that he had migrated to Australia.  I got shocked as if in real my beloved whom I had made my idol, left me behind before I confess my love for him.

The memories were in fast tracking since I found the ‘coffee mug’  My eyes were damp, I was still in shock.  A bird flew by outside the window dragging me out of the memories of my first crush.  Tears were rolling down on my cheek.  I put my trembling lips on the very spot of the ‘Coffee Mug’ to which his lips used to touch.