To Coffee!

Sluggish mornings in college when I hated going to class. Going down to the mess, taking two small steel tumblers, mixing a spoon of instant bru coffee, a spoon of sugar and filling the little steel glass with hot milk from the steel drum, doing the coffee mixing thing pouring it from a height from one glass to another till there was a little foam on top and the temperature was just right… And then, I was ready for everything. Including a class full of giggling gult females who wore flowers to college.

Sitting in a small pastry shop with my boyfriend. Drinking an espresso with a bit of sugar just the way he liked it. I learned to drink it that way too. And enjoyed it.

The vending machine at work on long nights of endless code, the milk and black coffee dispensed in the pantry, the long conversations on the balcony between code discussing nothing in particular and bitching about the boss in general…

Coffee at Barista. Shared with WW. Coffee on the rocks the way he drank it. The cold coffee, the hot lattes, running away from office to get coffee at the nearest Barista, subsidized Barista coffee during my second year at work…

Coffee at Coffee Day with friends. Laughing when Satya got served the caffeine kick and me the hot chocolate instead of the other way around…

Coffee with my husband. Extra sweet now. Just the way he likes it. Coffee my mom in law makes. Just the right proportions. Coffee mom makes. The only one who asks me how I want to drink it 🙂

It’s such a comfort. To just hold a steaming mug in my hands, inhale the fragrance, sip it slowly watching the rain or the snow… Drinking some black with sugar when school gets rough. Drinking a mocha when I’m in a bad mood. Drinking a latte when I pass through the library feeling cold. Coffee from the vending machine when I’m desperate enough… Just coffee. I love it!


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6 thoughts on “To Coffee!”

  1. Sam…you totally reminded me of Kokila Sadan..and the part about Gult girls wearing flowers to college could not be more true…

    PS: I’ll take acup of Joe anytime 🙂

  2. Sam…you totally reminded me of Kokila Sadan..and the part about Gult girls wearing flowers to college could not be more true…

    PS: I’ll take a cup of Joe anytime 🙂

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