Forwarded mails have been in everyone’s mailboxes ever since they have had email ids. Some people read and forward mails in a bid to let their close ones know that they still ‘think about them’ while some of them just discard or ‘mark as spam’ the forwarded mails that they get, just as they would to a Viagra mail.
I am not a person who would send or even read forwarded mails. But just the way that I would take a summary look at my spam mail box once in a blue moon, I do open up a forwarded mail or two once in a while.
It happened sometime about half an year ago that I opened this mail and at the end of it, I almost had a lump in my throat.
He met her at a party.
She was so outstanding, many guys chasing her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but to be polite, she agreed.
They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable. She thought, please, let me go home….
Suddenly he asked the waiter. “would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.”
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
She asked him curiously; why do you have this habit? He replied: “when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there”.
While saying that tears filled his eyes.
She was deeply touched.
That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.
A man who can talk about his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood,
her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date.
She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.
He was such a good person but she almost missed him!
Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life…
And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
please forgive me, forgive my lie. This was the only lie I said
to you—the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so
nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It
was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be
the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times
in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to
lie to you for anything..
Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don’t like
the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty
coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for
anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my
whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have
you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again”.
Her tears made the letter totally wet.
Someday, someone asked her: what’s the taste of salty coffee?
“It’s sweet.” She replied.