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Was it the Coffee or Something Else?

Uma Daga | July 8, 2021
Was it the Coffee or Something Else?

Sitting with the warm glass,

Minutes extra than usual.

Is probably what I needed to slow down,

Catch my breath and wonder what lies ahead.

Thankfully, the coffee felt good and welcoming,

And it caressed me much more than my senses.


It was nice to find myself alone awhile,

To nurture myself, a little more than yesterday.

I wanted this time to know that someone,

Who was omnipresent in my thoughts and space.

An invisible being, with whom distance did not matter,

As it was self-love and care that formed the bonding lace.


It’s strange how days have passed into weeks and months,

Now the time is ripe to unplug myself, pause and take stock.

To figure out the ‘have-beens’ and all that has matured,

In the years that have passed too soon.

Yes, it’s now time to see what’s changed and remains,

In me, that someone within and everything we share. 


We both have evolved together in more ways,

Than we ever thought we would.

Sitting down together in solitude,

With or without the brew is not something we knew.

These days, the silence in us speaks a lot,

Actually, much more than the unsaid words of yore.


Discovering myself, as I am today,

I feel proud of the petite girl who finds strong solace.

In the woman, she reflects more strongly in the mirror,

The reflection in front is mature and guiding.

Her real self within is childlike and wanting,

It’s been a long journey they both know.


What happened yesterday or decades before,

Are felt and re-felt until they hurt no more.

Healing is a process that takes its sweet time,

Even as the future waits to take its course.

It’s the present that’s making us both grow,

Every new moment is a gift, a blessing to know.


I have read somewhere that growth is a pattern.

Self-discovery is a constant and a process.

What I didn’t get to see in print,

Was how only I, along with my inner self,

Could fill in the gaps and straighten out the curve, 

To soothe the ups and downs of the years that have flown by.


Life was always moving,

It was never devoid of motion.

In my dilemma to fight or take flight,

Sometimes, I missed going along with the notion.

That slowing down was quintessential,

And unplugging myself was the task that I never wished on myself.


Sitting here with the rest of my coffee gone cold,

I feel mellowed and tired.

I may have become a wise fool, who knows a little more,

But I’m still a lot less than what I am yet to see and feel.

The good thing is that the slate is now clean,

It makes me think or write more clearly than before.


Nowadays, loving myself and my peace,

In ways that I have never done before,

Is teaching me the futility,

Of entwining with what lies outside and away from my core.

The voice within me is what I yearn to hear,

Every time I sit down to catch my breath or shoo away a fear.


I have learned that each moment is a chance to step forward,

Just like the tide, time will not stop for anyone.

But I can stop, slow down and move on,

Just as I wish, just as how I have the energy to.

After all, it’s a long new journey that’s taking me inwards,

With a calling that’s good, true and new.


Uma Daga

Uma is a nature lover by birth, life enthusiast by choice, and a content strategist and writer by profession. As a freelance content developer and editor, Uma has worked with several international and domestic clients like the United States Embassy, Infoanalytica, Ezdia, Enventure, and the Aditya Birla Group, among many others.


Uma loves travelling, making friends, reading, housekeeping and learning new skills. She lives in Jalpaiguri – far from the maddening crowds – in the lap of nature and says, “You have to meet and spend time with me to understand why I am the way I am!”


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