A couple years ago, I came across a book, “Before the Coffee Gets Cold”. It was by Toshikazu Kawaguchi, and had been translated into English. The reviews were good, and so I decided to read them. It had four short stories set in a café with an interesting premise, “If you could go back, who would you want to meet?” I read the stories in the first book and loved them. I have since then eagerly waited for more: there have been three more books, each with four stories. Of course, there are some rules to be followed for the time travel. The visitor must return before the coffee gets cold, and nothing that happens will change anything in the present.
At its core, the series delves deep into the complexities of human emotions and relationships. Each story in the café involves characters grappling with regret, love, forgiveness, and the desire to reconnect or reconcile with their past. It prompts us to ponder what we would do if given the chance to revisit the past, and at what cost. It is a captivating series that skilfully combines a unique and imaginative premise with deep emotional storytelling, philosophical depth, and beautiful writing. It offers both an escape into a magical world and a mirror reflecting our own lives, making it a compelling read.
After reading the books, I’ve often pondered, “If I could go back, whom would I want to meet?” A myriad of faces come to mind: the school teacher who imparted wisdom beyond textbooks; a childhood friend, our paths diverged by life’s unpredictable twists; the elderly couple I met on a cross-country train journey in the US, sharing stories for hours as the landscape blurred past; my grandmother who raised me in my early years, and whose sacrifices I never fully acknowledged; a classmate at IIT, a companion in academic endeavours, now just a flicker in my memory; my managers at the only job I ever did from whom I learnt how to nurture talent. Each of these relationships harbours an untold epilogue, a yearning for closure that lingers.
At the same time, I think, “Should I do it?” Life is not always about perfect and happy endings. There are some partings which leave behind happy memories and sometimes, a pang of regret. That is the nature of life. The emotions add an extra dimension to our life, they make us human. Maybe there’s wisdom in letting the river of life flow uninterrupted, in cherishing the past as is. Life, in its essence, isn’t a tapestry of flawless and joyous finales. It’s a mosaic of departures, some leaving a trail of fond recollections, others a subtle ache of regret. Perhaps, some narratives are meant to remain as they are – unaltered, original, incomplete.
As I wrote a few years ago: “I have to think of the life that’s to come and not the life that has gone by. We are not living in a multiverse where we can take a different path in the past. A decision made is a decision done. Of course, if it is not going right, one must find ways to mitigate its damage. Life has to be lived forward – look ahead to what’s coming. Each big wrong decision is an education in itself – one needs to understand why it went wrong. But that is a different exercise from playing the “If only” game.”
The stories of our past don’t need alteration; they require acknowledgment and a place in our heart’s gallery. By recognising this, we allow ourselves to be whole, carrying the richness of each experience as a quiet strength. In the end, maybe it’s not about changing our stories, but about understanding their impact and moving forward with a heart full of gratitude for the journey.