Commas

Commas

Two best friends faced with the inevitable cliche. A recently unemployed man and a colouring book. Moms who became moms too soon. A father-daughter speaking too much of the truth. A writer's broken heart choosing between revenge, peace and that third slice of cake. At 3 pm on a Monday afternoon, a Mumbai coffee shop houses 5 stories. Alienated by the space between tables, they continue in their islands, only to acknowledge one another with the slightest of pauses, a comma.