That day, the glorious sunbeams and the usual hustle and bustle of NYC from the window slowly woke me up as I curled up inside my bed.
I lifted myself up from the bed and shivered from the chilly air in the room. “It’s winter,” I said to myself.
I quickly put on a cardigan and a pair of socks and went to the kitchen to put on the kettle.
I opened a fresh bag of coffee beans, and the beautiful aroma of the Guatemalan coffee beans filled the air. I took my wooden spoon, scooped up two spoonfuls of beans, poured them into the coffee mill, and began to turn the handle. I couldn’t get all my energy in as I had just woken up. Asha would always get on my case saying that I have to put my muscles in.
It used to be two coffee mugs, but today, I took out just the one for myself. I poured the hot water into the mug to warm it up, one of the tricks that Asha had taught me for a great cup of coffee.
I neatly folded the paper filter and set it on the dripper where I poured the ground coffee powder. I placed the dripper over the coffee pot and began to slowly pour the hot water. The lovely coffee vapor gradually spread, and by this time, my sleepy eyes would be open, finally.
Usually, I would pour the coffee and put the mugs on the table by the window. It was a routine for Asha to say “good morning” as she sat down at the table, to which I would respond with a “morning,” and then we would both take a sip and say, “Ah, that’s good,” at the same time.
This morning, I said, “morning,” to myself.
Asha leaves for Paris this afternoon. For our last night in New York, we decided to spend it apart, alone in our own apartments, knowing that we won’t see each other for a while from tomorrow.
“I have things to get ready, and I’m afraid if I spend it with you, I’ll just get weak. Not that I will change my mind, but it will become more difficult if you are right in front of me. So, let’s spend tonight separately, away from each other,” she said and gave me a peck on the cheek.
“Ms. Renee is going to pick me up tomorrow at 2:00PM, so can you be here around that time? We can all go to the airport together.”
“Ok, got it, sure, that’s fine,” I said, gave her a hug, and went back to my apartment.

As I had my morning coffee, still in a bit of a haze, I began to reflect back on the days I spent with Asha in the city.
The parka that Asha had since she was small was hung on the seatback of the chair across the table.
“Ok, I’m going to leave this parka with you. You take good care of it for me, ok?” said Asha as she squeezed her parka in my bag with a smile on her face.