Coffee: A Serious Love Affair
I am neither a morning person nor am I a night one- I simply, unapologetically and stubbornly am a coffee person. You have my company for as long as we have coffee left in our mugs. Of course, I told you I loved you the first time we met but that only because you had a funny coffee foam mustache stuck on your lips.
I remember you pulling out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiping that delicious cream away from your caffeinated mouth.
Guess what? Our love got over just then!
For me, every day starts in a similar manner.
I reach my office 20 minutes early, hoping to utlize those extra minutes to get some extra-work done. But instead, I sit on my desk, stare at the laptop screen in a daze and wonder how nice my white cotton quilt would feel against my sinking body just then.
The thought of the quilt has to be pushed away because Nobody with a longing for an absent, unavailable and distant comforter in their mind, can ever work properly. That is when the aroma of a handful of fresh coffee beans, grinding in a coffee machine placed closely, rises up in the atmosphere and comes to me wafting along with the morning air.
The smell leaves me helpless! I leave my desk and walk right into the kitchen; my eyes focused on nothing but the beans, milk, sugar scatches and a coffee mug that shows Tin-Tin and Snowy in action.
I brew it, steam it and drink it. I drink my coffee slowly, appreciatively and thoughtfully.
Others might think of this as madness because for them it might be just another cup of coffee.
But for me, it is a ritual. A ritual that although has no name, no recognition, yet feels equivalent to lighting incense sticks in a temple.