Bayaan Café | Tape #29
Tagline:
“Sometimes someone’s silence opens a door for someone else.”
Slow Evening
The rain had stopped,
but in the air of the Café,
the scent of wet paper and coffee still lingered.
Zaria was sitting near the counter,
flipping through the first manuscript of ‘Raasta’.
Nilofar was turning off the coffee machine.
Looking at the wall,
Nilofar said softly—
“Isn’t this evening strangely quiet?”
Zaria smiled—
“Sometimes silence is the loudest sound.”
A New Paper
At that moment,
the door opened slowly.
A very young girl—
maybe 13 or 14—
walked in with wet hair and an oversized jacket.
In her hand was just a single sheet of paper,
completely soaked.
Nilofar rushed forward.
“Oh! You’re drenched!
Want some coffee?”
The girl shook her head—
“No… I just came to leave this here.”
Zaria’s Question
Zaria came near her,
her voice extremely gentle—
“You can sit here if you want.”
The girl said—
“I don’t have time to sit.
Just read this.
Maybe my mother will read it too… someday.”
That Paper
Zaria tried to open the paper,
but the letters had blurred with the wetness.
Still,
two lines in the middle were clearly readable:
“Mom, you said
there must be a place where there is no fear.
Maybe this is that place.”
Zaria looked up—
the girl was gone.
Only the door moved lightly.
A New Corner on the Wall
Zaria carefully took that wet paper
and pinned it to an empty corner of the wall.
She whispered softly—
“If your mother ever comes here,
believe me,
this corner will be the first thing she sees.”
Nilofar’s Realization
Nilofar paused and said—
“So many people
have started treating this Café like home.”
Zaria replied—
“Because maybe
everyone just needs one place
where their fear can turn into words.”
Night at the Café
That night, after closing the Café,
Nilofar placed a small post-it
next to the manuscript ‘Raasta’—
“Today a little girl reminded us
that this Café isn’t just for coffee,
but for finding someone too.”
Zaria flipped the last page
and wrote in her notebook—
“Sometimes people come
just to leave a piece of paper…
and end up leaving their whole world here.”
Bayaan Café | Tape #30
Tagline:
“Sometimes the answers we search for
are hidden in a stranger’s eyes.”
Morning Fog
The next morning,
the Café opened late.
Fog had covered the city
as if hiding some secret.
When Nilofar cleaned the glass,
she saw—
the same young girl from yesterday
was standing outside the Café.
But today…
she wasn’t alone.
The Stranger
Behind her
stood a tall man.
Face covered,
holding an old camera.
His eyes were deep and tired,
yet searching for someone.
Nilofar stepped outside.
“You… came again?”
The girl nodded—
“Because… he wanted to see this place.”
His First Words
The man spoke softly—
“I take pictures.
Not of people…
of places.
Because some places
speak like people.”
There was a strange kind of silence
in his voice.
Inside the Café
They entered inside.
The girl walked straight to the corner
where the wet paper was pinned
and touched the wall—
“This is the place.
Mom was supposed to come here.”
Zaria asked in surprise—
“Your mother?”
The girl was about to say something
when the man gently placed his hand
on her shoulder.
“Some things
should be said slowly.
Like a picture forms.”
A Photograph
The man stood before the wall
and took a picture with his camera.
After lowering the camera, he said—
“I’ll get this printed
and bring it back.
Maybe someone will return because of it.”
Without a Name
Before leaving,
he wrote only one line on the counter—
“Sometimes lost people
return through a photograph.”
And he didn’t tell his name.
Zaria’s Doubt
As they stepped out,
Nilofar asked softly—
“Who were they?”
Zaria looked out of the window—
“I don’t know…
but their eyes held the shadow of a secret
that these Café walls
might reveal very soon.”
That night, in her blue notebook,
Zaria wrote—
“For the first time I felt
every silence pinned on this wall
is a doorway to a bigger story.
And someone… has come to open that door.”
Bayaan Café | Tape #31
Tagline:
“Sometimes a picture
speaks louder than paper.”
The Second Day of Fog
The next day too,
the same winter fog remained.
Inside the Café
was the scent of coffee,
but today the Stop Wall
looked a little sad—
as if it too was waiting
after that stranger left.
A Packet
Around noon,
someone quietly placed
a thick packet on the counter.
No one saw who it was—
just the bell rang
and someone left.
Zaria opened the packet—
inside was the same photograph
the stranger had taken yesterday.
The Photograph’s Effect
The photograph was very clear.
The wall and all the colorful papers
looked as if they were breathing.
But…
in the far corner,
where there was no paper,
a shadow of someone
was visible in the picture.
There was no one in the Café
when the picture was taken.
Then whose shadow was it?
Nilofar’s Fear
Nilofar’s voice trembled—
“Zaria…
there was no one standing there yesterday.”
Zaria stared at the photo
for a long time.
Her face turned firm and cold
like the winter air.
A Note
On the back of the photo
was a small note—
“Sometimes a photograph captures
what the eyes cannot see.
I will return on the third day.”
Waiting for the Third Day
That night
only the photograph was pinned
on the Stop Wall.
The Café was silent.
Everyone began waiting
for the third day—
for the stranger to return
and reveal
whose shadow that was.
Blue Notebook – Last Line
Zaria wrote today—
“Maybe this Café
is not just a place of paper and stories,
but a place calling someone
who has been wanting to return
for a very long time.”
Writer: Afsana Wahid
** My Readers**
“If this part of the Bayaan Café series
touched your heart,
then please share it with your friends,
your loved ones,
and on your social media.
Every small share,
every comment,
and every ❤️ reaction
gives me more strength to keep writing.
Whether you are in India
or living outside India,
your support means the world to me.
Thank you so much for reading…
With love,
Afsana Wahid”
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