Today’s post is the 4th instalment of Ravi’s story. 

The first post was Spread Your Wings .  After I wrote that post, the next two instalments (part 1 and part 2) were what happened the day Ravi left home. 

Ravi left his parents home to go to a new city, a new life, a new job. What will Ravi discover about new starts?  Maybe more than he expects. – David

Thanks for coming along.

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Ravi had a routine Monday to Friday,  he loved it, and it even burned off several calories.

Gravelberg was a small city, so small that Ravi’s preference was to walk to work.  The walk was only 30 minutes one way even if he dilly-dallied.

Ravi waved to his neighbours on the way to work, whether they were walking their dog, or en route via car to their normal day.  Several days it rained while Ravi was walking to work but he never lost his happy start, it was just a little damp.

The neighbours smiled and waved back of course – the perks of a small town.

Ravi’s first morning stop enroute was for coffee at “Hug-A-Mug” every day.  Hot coffee, and double cream in a real mug!

Vita, who owned the shop, said coffee tasted best in a mug, and he was a regular so he had two mugs that she had made herself; PLUS she personalized his coffee mugs with his name.  Vita was a genius at marketing.

Every day he returned his mug from the day before, and received a new mug for that day. Vita included a weather forecast with each coffee, and sometimes a silly joke.   Amazing !

When Ravi was almost at work, he visited the town bakery.  He had no choice really because the freshly baked bread smelled amazing every morning.  Resistance is futile he always thought to himself on entering the bakery.

Normally he bought two cinnamon buns, one for his breakfast, and another for CB.

Halfway through his work morning, he would visit Marie at the bookstore which was just two doors down from his office – “Hey CB, coffee time!” he would announce as he entered (the second cinnamon bun was for Marie).

Ravi loved to call her CB (short for Cinnamon Bun).

Marie would greet him with a hug, and a laugh mere seconds before she polished off her cinnamon bun.  After licking the sugar off her fingers,  she gave him hazelnut coffee and sometimes peanut butter cookies.  Ravi’s favorite kryptonite.

Ravi had discovered a solid foundation for a lasting friendship :

Cinnamon Buns and Peanut Butter.

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new start

Ravi had been impressed by Marie last week. She had taken a broken tea cup and given it new life.  He would have thrown it away, but not Marie, she gave it a new start.

Instead of trash, it became something special, and he knew he had changed his outlook since arriving in Gravelberg.

Time won’t stop and it won’t go backwards either. 

Ravi was looking forward,  he was living each day and he was looking ahead, albeit with peanut butter on his breath.

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