A regular - Chapter 2

It all began with a small idea for them. They were just graduating from the university when the talk about an idea began. At first it was just a side fantasy for them. I mean they just graduated from the university; they still have to do other jobs to sustain their pocket money. But as they began to talk more and more about the idea the idea seemed not so impossible. The idea was about a small private business about the ear accessory.

They began to frantically save for their small dream. After a year of saving they finally managed the starter money.

As both of them Kusal and Biplov has side jobs to go to they made a tea shop near a pond their meeting and discussing point. They became regulars to that tea shop. They smoked, drank coffee, wrote down their ideas for the starting point and where to store their product. As they discussed the idea about being an online shop seemed more feasible in accordance to their current situation.

After more than fourteen months of planning and saving, they finally began their business. Tinkles it named. They began to focus on their goals towards their small business more. they boosted their online shop to the best of their ability.

In less than a year the inventories had increased to the point that they needed a separate room for storage. Their business was booming as they were the only online shop that specified in ear accessory. But as their first year came to a close their problems started.

They may be the entrepreneurs but their business was stolen by many competitors that just sprang up from nothing. Their business started to lose profit slowly by slowly. In the next few months they were going in loss. They brainstormed together to find the solution to their many problems.

Kusal had a strict upbringing and he was always a meticulous person. He always focused on each and every little detail just so that the outcome was a tidy one. He was the one who followed orders rather than making orders. Always a follower but he did what was told to perfection.

At the third and final year of their study he had to intern in an art gallery shop. That’s where he met Biplov. At first he resented Biplove for being messy and lazy. While Kusal was working his ass off, Biplov could be seen just listening to his songs or sketching. Well to be honest Biplov’s sketching may actually be beneficial to the art gallery but it wasn’t the case here. Biplov was a terrible sketcher so his act would’ve backfired actually.

Born in the family of the country’s famous author, his father always thought of Biplov as a disgrace. He was scolded often for having no interest towards words as to carry on the father’s legacy. Just like everyone has their own cup of tea, Biplov’s cup was in the virtual world. He stole and saved to afford his graphic designing classes. Being through all that Biplov was not a person without struggle but he was an airhead- that’s the defect he had.

The art gallery is a rather slow place and there is not much to do usually so they often talked but Kusal still maintained the dislike for Biplov. It soon began to change though. Kusal noticed Biplov talking to the artist sometimes and once just out of curiosity he eavesdropped on their conversation.

Biplov was talking about graphic concepts that even the professional artist couldn’t contemplate nor think of.  “I just thought that this airhead was a waste of space. So he does have some redeeming qualities. UH huh”

Their talks began to be more intimate and there they spawned an idea,

Ok enough of the back story and lets go to the present now ok?

They had been having heavy loss for past six months and they were near bankruptcy. They were now having the talks about disbanding their business and killing their dream. The talks were painful ones and left them feeling void and numb. Biplov always was an optimist so he began to think of possible solutions. Kusal was follower, an army but being an army brain enabled him to see things rationally and realistically. So what happens when an optimistic airhead and an army brained realist meet…..

A-R-G-U-E-M-E-N-T-S

Sometimes the arguments heated up, sometimes they died down. Being the regulars at the tea shop,  they knew the time when most people would arrive so they always chose the time with almost no people just so that they could have their talks peacefully. But around that time they began to notice a guy who always wore hood began to appear and write whatever he had to write. Soon that hooded guy too became a regular. What set them off about the guy was that ne never spoke a word to anybody else besides the shop owner. They did hear him mumbling to himself and laughing out of nowhere at times though. But it was just one person so they decided to ignore him.

That day was nothing irregular for them. It was the same talking about the losses and hope and disappointment for them. That day they were talking about another one of the airhead’s idea about using an offer to boost up the sales of the popular products and auctioning off the unsalable products.

Of course the army brain disagreed on this idea as auctioning off the unsalable products may cover the loss but it won’t be able to make any significant recovery and that Biplov needed to think of a new idea. Something happened to Biplov that day. Something must have happened to Biplov that day as the usually optimistic and the calmer one of the two just snapped that day. What was the reason for his snapping, no one knows but he began to just force feed his idea to kusal. Their disagreement increased in volume but just not enough to be called a fight. They remained seated and acted calmly. The only give away were their voices.

(“damn it. Can’t I find one moment of peace? I can hear these asses’ voices all over here”)

After a pack of smoke they finally calmed down. Around them there was only that hooded guy who had pretty much finished his cold drink and was about to leave. When that guy left he bumped in the table and the empty bottle fell. Kusal being the meticulous one ran to pick up the fallen bottle and saw a piece of paper with “FOR YOU ASSES” written in big letters. He picked up the paper and began to read. Most of what was damaged by the little drink left in the bottle but they managed to read some of it. It said…

Fallen fallen I may be
but I need to see
and use a different approach
just to deliver my loves rose

- A regular just like you

- Yakaa: Jujaan 

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