Tuesday, 7 June 2016

A cup of coffee.

It has been quite a long time that I haven't seen my friend, Zoya; I quickly fetch for my phone, unplug the charger and dial her number. I hear the ring, and in no time, she answers, "Hey, What's up, girl? Long time, no see", I hear her giggle. I smile and respond, " I'm doing good; I was just thinking how long it has been since we met, let's grab a cup of coffee? There's so much we need to talk. " I mutter, and I wait for a 'yes' from her end. After a short pause, she says, "Well,  I'd love that, but, um.. You see, mum isn't really keeping well.. So, you know.." And suddenly she goes from um... to all excited, and says, "oh, why don't you just come over to my place? I can make coffee and we can talk as much as we want to, what say?". Okay, that seems to be a nice idea, so I say, "yes, that will do, I will see you in about thirty minutes."
I get up, grab my scooter keys and head towards the main door. While I climb the stairs down, I quickly leave an SMS to my mum's and dad's number, which reads, "I'm meeting Zoya for coffee, leaving the keys under the mat, I will not take long. Bye." Now, I start my scooter, my Dio.
After twenty-five minutes, I stop outside Zoya's residence, and quickly call her again, she has probably understood that I have reached, so she doesn't answer, instead, she turns up at the door, looks at me with a smile, and tells me, "we have a doorbell, just in case you didn't know!" I smile back at her, lock my scooter and hug her. I've missed this girl so much.
We walk in and sit together, and she tells, "if you know how lazy I really am, you should know that I would prepare instant coffee." She giggles, and I roll my eyes at her. Never mind, I like coffee any way. We talk about random things while we stand in her kitchen. Zoya loves to decorate things and she's ridiculously good at it. I see her decorating coffee as well. She adds one tablespoon of coffee powder, about three tablespoons of sugar and pours milk, finally. I like how it smells and to make it look better and she adds a little more coffee powder as what she calls it to be her 'finishing touch'. We take our coffee mugs and sit together in her bedroom. I rise when I realise we didn't get a spoon to stir the coffee. As she sees me getting up, she asks, "hey, what happened?" Doesn't she want to stir her coffee? I look at her with a raised eyebrow, and with a sarcastic tone, I tell, "I don't know about you, but I like my coffee stirred well, before I drink." She looks at me like I just casually told her I would go murder someone now, and she says, "why do you want to stir your coffee? Don't you see, it looks good like that?" I give her the are-you-kidding-me look, I fail to collect words to express what's in my head and I say, "what?!" With both my eyebrows raised in disbelief.
Isn't that what life is all about? I think to myself. Life is, nothing but a cup of instant coffee, which we 'suppose' would taste good if it 'looks' good. This is a delusion, and we start working towards making our lives 'look good', and we fail to realise that the mixed taste of the sour and sweet together can make our lives taste like a cup of amazing coffee. The mixture of bad and good makes life beautiful, and this simple mantra, which is assumed to be complicated, should be, not just known, but also understood, in order to enjoy a good cup of coffee.

20 comments:

  1. Panda you and I (if ok) should have coffee sometime.. With the almost fanatical love for coffee no wonder panda asked me to read this.

    A very beautiful thought expressed well. Nice flow too.. Do reach me to write thus as well :).. Until then waiting with a cup of coffee

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    1. Woah, thank you for that compliment, Sir. I'm glad you liked my write-up. :)

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    2. Dear Dexter, I'm a little tied up with too many things. We shall meet up soon! And, as always, thank you!

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  2. So long as you live, learn how to live!
    One of my habits is that whenever I go to any Coffee Day, I often order for a large cappuccino, and ask for nearly three packets of sugar. (Not that I love cappuccino, homemade-amma's coffee is my favourite!) I simply pour the sugar on the froth and look at it as it gently slips into the brown liquid, the feeling I get is so deep and cannot be expressed through mere words. Try it yourself!
    Keep up the good work coming, and I look forward for a cup of coffee.
    Well done with the new look of the blog!

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    1. Oh, that indeed looks beautiful. And, I order a large cup of cappuccino, too, whenever I go to CCD. Thank you ma'am, I'm glad you liked my work. :)

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  3. And what of my coffee.. I go to all coffee houses, filter kaapi, hatti kaapi to ccd... No sugar at all.. But see the way the froth moves along the contours of the cup.. And that heavenly smell of a fresh baked coffee bean

    P.s- try eating a raw coffee bean

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    1. Coffee, indeed, smells heavenly. I have never thought of eating a raw coffee bean, I will surely try. Thank you! :)

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  4. Panda... No thanks required.. And please tell this young lady to stop addressing me as sir

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    1. 'Sir', what should I call you otherwise? :D

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  5. Whatever you feel is appropriate.. Panda calls me dexter minus the boy genius part ;)

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    1. This is tough, you decide upon a name, I'll address you with that name only, until then, 'Sir' will do. :D

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    2. Junior, just call him Dexter or Chandru! Just by calling someone by their names (or nicknames) doesn't mean you disrespect them...

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    3. And one more thing Junior, Dexter and I want you to join us in "Writing together"!

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    4. Okay ma'am, thank you for the suggestion, Dexter will do. :P

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    5. Writing together? I don't know if I am good enough. But, I can try ma'am. :)

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    6. I was and still am not good enough.. Yet panda tolerates me ..you on the other hand are doing well so all the best

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