'The Café of lost time'

                     Chapter 1 .'A Whisper Or A Call'?

The evening started to dim, the snow now started to drizzle like the rain, not so thick but far enough to cover the pavement, and almost everything, there's always this thing, a particular in Prague , it transcends you straight to the Victorian era, kind of gothic yet romantic , with buildings made of patterened wood with crafted cornices, it would be inhuman to call it as merely buildings, as I could appreciate nothing, but the love for the art in the people who crafted this. And there I'm walking across the streets in the decorated cobblestones searching for the ideas for my next music, my debut wasn't a great hit but surely it did provoke me to keep pushing against the odds.

I just stopped for the moment , to let myself indulge in the beauty of the city for a moment. 

The tall ,slender streetlights flickering through the fog ,Kids playing with the snowball hitting the distant targets, A couple exchanging their rings and gifts, a young lad playing violen , which hummed myself caught in a fantasy, a nostalgia I never had. 

 I just think the great art is finding solace with those and in places where you can be yourself a bit, ain’t it?

The time ticked , I was looking for a corner to linger, then stumbled to find a cafe on a cobbled street , with it's majestic appearance built with dark oak with its warm golden light amidst the cold , the sight view, can render a taming heart to calm. The amber lantern welcomed this wandering soul so as I entered. 

If there's a smell that could hit someone's longing feel it is that I experienced for a brief time, a scent mixed with roasted coffee and of a flower, that i couldn't name exactly. As I go with every table, there placed a unique quote on a greeting card, one written as "Stop Pause And Resume" , while it sounded relatable to me, my eyebrows even more raised on seeing the quote  " You're a nostalgia to me , a whisper of the past, felt but never held in the present" that felt like I've said this to someone, I was looking a little erratic, why does this place feel familiar, I've not ever been to this place, but certainly I feel a part of me gripped here. I claimed the spot and looked through the menu card. Wait something struck my mind, I stammered, I had read this quote to her, it was mine and slowly my memory began to recall all the shades of memories, with the tinkling of cups,   soft murmur chatter across the tables, and the piano's notes from the corner, all made like a movie projected on the café wall. I searched in my backpack to get the diary, not the usual one, but rather my first where I'd written a song note, which was inspired by her, touched down together, along the slopes of the vineyard, in the Grébovka Park , waxed with the smell of sweetness. 

The Organizers  planned for a karaoke, the host stood up to the stage and asked 'Who's going to charm us this lovely evening with a song?"

I looked down at the note, not sure what went through me, the inner urge made me stand tall among the crowd to head towards the music band.

 'Alright gentleman , you don't seem to hesitate for a moment huh? Let's get this man , a warm welcome!" 

This is the first time, I'm ever going to sing this song to a crowd  , which was then only between me and her. I paused for a moment while holding the mic, the crowd went into silence, all their attention was towards me, straight into my eyes, like they were digging to find something in me.

I opened up, not with a taming dragon, but to just weigh down something, which have been on my shoulders for so long, the band synced to my tune, with the violin and cello note playing high, I lost myself in the moment, started to have panic attack, couldn't help myself but pause for a moment, Suddenly, the mic let out a ,creaking hiss , sound that made the Heads turned. From somewhere within the crowd, a hand had claimed it. I was caught between curiosity and wonder, my eyes drifting over faces and tables, searching for the one.

                                             - TO BE CONTINUED.