For a year or so, I became a regular coffee drinker. It started off with Cold coffee Thursdays and then ramped up a bit, notch by notch.
A few months back, I had started a new ritual – The Cold Coffee Thursdays 🙂 I would carry cold milk in my flask and have my morning breakfast at work. On Thursdays, I would make myself some frothy chilled strong coffee and kickstart the weekend eve morning and it would be extra special as I had newly started to fast on Thursdays. The cold coffee was a sort of distraction from the usual breakfast.
Wed, 27 Jan 2016
I’ve had one epic fiasco with a coffee meeting, recalling which gives me tummy hurting laughter to date. I was supposed to meet a potential employer for an interview over coffee. It was the very first day for me in a new country and an unknown city and it was the first person I was meeting.
Oblivious to the world outside,
She sat on a bench next to the café.
The cheapest coffee on the menu, was her ticket,
To sit solemnly for hours, engrossed in a book.
She would often be found with her head dug deep in a book,
Or scribbling random notes in a black diary.