Over a cup of Coffee.....

Its already 9.30 in the morning and I am yet to have my first cup of coffee for the day. Like an addict waiting for the next fix, my mind screams in protest from the lack of caffeine to spur me on. Before I realised, I became a full fledged connoisseur of coffee. Guess it’s got something to do with my genetic pool. One cup, one shot of the hot liquid and I am ready to tackle the day head on. My tryst with it going back to my plus two days where it was the much needed sin to keep me awake, Over the years changing from just an occasional cup to a daily habit.

Now that I had my cup of coffee, I am raring to go. This daily ritual helps me sooth my nerves, helps me find the much needed balance, helps me in contemplation. Oh its pure heaven when I sit down and relax with a cup of coffee and the morning paper for company. Though now the paper has given way to a call to my mom. Guess it keeps me connected and rooted with the people I love. Just a small conversation with her over the cup of coffee relaxes me so much. I find it so much easy talking with her and letting her know about the things I have been up to. Its just become a daily habit now.

When you just sit and contemplate, it’s kind of amazing at what can happen over a cup of coffee. I have friends who just shared about everything under the sun over a cup of coffee. I have been a witness to their hopes and aspirations, to their sorrows, to their despair when the world turned against them. I have known a completely different dimension of them during our chats over the cup of coffee. I have discovered new horizons to be explored, new ideas to ponder upon.

You may be amazed at the simplicity of the moment. It’s just a cup of coffee one might say, but then you just don’t know how much of a difference it would actually make. I have seen people raring to tackle life head long after a conversation over a cup of coffee, my personal experiences not withstanding. Just that cup has some how has the magic imbibed in it to change the way you look at things. It has in it the stimulus to make you face the worst demons, fight to the bitter end without giving up.

I faced the best and worst moments of my life over a cup of coffee. I have found new friends and lost people over the cup. To me it somehow became an epitome of the various transitional phases of my life. I have seen the worst and best things, shared them over a cup of coffee. Had a good cry when things did not work out the way I want and had a good laugh when life was at its rosiest best. This is my tribute to the one habit in my life, which made the sailing so much easier.

Seriously.. a lot can happen over a cup of coffee