Coffee is all that you think about. You are all that I think about. Hopelessness is all that the cookie thinks about. How does that work? I don’t know. All I can do is look at you and admire your smile; eyes and your lips. You would sit and sip your coffee, while my tea blossoms in the wind of love. The cookie would desperately wait for you to hold it, but my eyes would just won’t let you leave my sight. The Vanilla cake which you love so much and I hate so much, would suddenly have the best odour that I have come across. Your essence would take over the bakery, enhancing the taste of every cake that you would look at, in the bakery. I ? I would just keep staring at you, praying to the Cupid to just stop the time right there.
(Coffee at the bakery, Chapter 2 “Cookie”, Aaditya Bajpai)