I have a feeling that it’s a little bit more than fiction! Or not. It’s an unusual piece of writing.

It’s a meditation on death, ‘a necessary end’ Shakespeare said and how it will come. Most of us skim over and past the topic of death.

In my case, coffee shops are places where I choose to engage sometimes with people, even if I’m rebuffed, and it’s their privilege to do that, not view them as the other. It only alienates me from myself as a writer when I do that.

Why ‘pulchritudinous’ bodies?? Just curious.

I’m reminded of a Bombay Talkies film from the 70’s. Manoj Kumar the actor, is always lamenting ‘Shor!’ ‘Shor!’ (Noise, noise!) till he loses his hearing!!! Such a beautiful soundtrack. Anyways, just an aside.

Btw, I’m hearing impaired and thank goodness for state of the art hearing aids.

Keep up the writing!