The Extra Cup                               By                             Prachi Gurjar Every evening, at exactly six o’clock, the bell above the cafe door would ring.Students arrived with heavy backpacks. Office workers arrived with tired eyes. Couples shared corners and whispered secrets over coffee.And then there was the old man.He always chose the table by the window.He always ordered two cups of tea.And he always drank only one.The second cup sat untouched.People noticed. Nobody asked.Until one rainy evening.A young waiter named Nick  placed the tea on the table and finally gathered enough courage.“Sir, can I ask you something?”The