Horizons

It was a fine Friday summer evening and I was meeting my friend Srishti whom I know since my college days over a coffee. I am not a coffee person nor I like tea. I am not even particular to what things I like and what I don't. We ordered something. I don't remember if we ordered Latte, Cappuccino or Espresso. I can never really differentiate them. I had a sip. For me it was okay-ish. She asked, " How is it?" "It is nice" I lied. We discussed our old college days, work, relationships, friends who got married/ getting married/ going to get married and sports. Yes, Sports. I suck at it. I am not much into sports. And whenever it is Cricket, it simply reminds me of Jay. Not Jai, not J-A-Y. You ought to pronounce his name correctly- Jay.  Jay is a cricket maniac. All of the little knowledge of cricket I have is because of Jay. After this discussion, I was missing him which was kind of unusual. I would never really miss him. I felt an urge to text him th...