The Prequel

Another morning, another day and the only thing that remains a constant, a beautiful cup of coffee. As it brews and the fragrance hits your nose, awakening your inner temple.

And as you reach for your first cuppa of the day, you realise that it is such a perfect stimulant.

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Sipping very slightly and enjoying the first rush of caffeine entering your body, sparking of a reaction, making you smile ever so slightly. As the sleep recedes, it gets substituted with a raw energy that starts to heighten all your 5 senses while sharpening your 6th.

The killer of procrastination, the conqueror of lethargy, the king of stimulation (on the right side of the law.)

Ahhh what would we do without coffee.

The world truly woke up when it discovered coffee. The true elixir of the gods if I may go so far as to call it that. The resolve to be best version of you, only becoming stronger with every sip.

And how lives actually revolve around coffee. When a young fellow comes of age, he usually shows his interest in the fairer sex by asking them to coffee. If the young lady finds him interesting, she accepts. And over a stimulating brew, they divulge just enough so as to keep it interesting.

The fair connoisseur who lifts the nose at the most pungents of coffees, but the love for coffee stems from coffee itself. Coffee is liked by everyone and loved by the masses. One way or the other you find a reason to love it.

Walking into a cafe, the whiff of freshly prepared coffee gets you excited, and it raises your hope of a great experience.

The one friend who is always there even if life goes sideways. The one friend who always without fail, lifts up your spirits when you are down. The only best friend you will ever need.

So here is me raising my cup to you fellow coffee lover and wishing you all the good things in life !

Cheers 🙂
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Coffee Chronicles : Chapter 1

Justina Chen writes in North of Beautiful – “Adventure in life is good; consistency in coffee even better” .

That’s all, In my mind I seriously don’t see the need to write anymore and YOU My dear Coffee Lover don’t need to read anymore. But my Boss withholds MY cup of coffee promised TO ME at the end of this rant. So on wards I must wade on Why Coffee , How Coffee ? (AND, Where’s MY Coffee?).

Do you remember your very tryst with this bitter grainy powder, this weird dark powder which very soon would become quite the life partner, our soul mate for those early misty mornings and the grey rainy evenings. The lover who appreciates the 55 shades of literature, The Friend for those weekend long TV series binges, The Knight in shining armour for the late night movie and is still happy to be relegated to the corner of our cluttered work table going cold and flat. (finish THAT cup, it has feelings too!)

I remember my first few memories of this, my most favourite elixir, being the creamy frothy semi liquid concoction assiduously whipped into being by my mother for the guests who didn’t go for the usual tea. I remember slyly pinching a finger of this concoction of milk, hot water, coffee powder and sugar and licking it whole. Ahh! The memory still lingers close by only to come to the fore when I smell great coffee anywhere in the world.

Coffee, for those in the know, is not just a drink, neither a means to while away time. It is, but, a way to steal time that should by rights belong to our older self.

We want to bring this love for coffee to you Dear Reader, open in you, this Dam of memories attached to our beloved coffee in its purest most loving form.

We raise you a mug and toast for the longevity of this love affair.

Salud .

P.S. – “Mercy”, I mumble to my Boss, “What have you done to MY french roast!”