A lot can happen over coffee!!!

I jus lovvv coffee!! I am a fervent fan of coffee. Yet, m not a coffee addict. Reasons??There are three

1. The law of diminishing returns. (I dint give it a damn for my economics exam but I have taken it damn serious in the case of coffee.)

2. I treasure coffee for few very special occasions- joys or blues. (I take coffee if I desire to cherish the occasion eternally and reminisce it over a cup of coffee later.)

3. Funding Limitations. (Want a true coffee??Go straight to Café Coffee Day!!! (No promotions intended). But for me- a student, spending 70-80 bucks on a single cup of coffee on a daily basis is pretty tough, despite the fact that it’s justly worth every single buck. So I reserve coffee for times which happen once in a blue moon)

The last day of my student life (supposed to be, but mm let’s c..),I have gone to CCD after a gluttony lip-smacking session of delicious Hyderabadi Biryani with my KANS gang to mark the occasion of ‘its-all-over :(’. It was a gloomy occasion, yet lighted up cos we were all still together. We playfully raised a non-alcoholic toast for our togetherness with our coffee cups. I had a cup of sinful coffee (it’s a true coffee of course, that’s the name.. lol..), not mentioning the occasional sips (calling ‘numerous as occasional’ and ‘mouthfuls as sips’ wearing a mask of modesty..he he he ;)) of Devil’s own and café frappe from their cups.

The next time I had coffee for an utter contrary occasion- to agonize for our separation. I really can’t take it when something-i-love-a-lot goes into the hands of something-i-don’t-love-that-much, especially when it’s turning out to be absolutely the latter’s. It happened that day when all my friends were busy parting on their ways. I just could not take it when ‘my juniors’ (the latter) were enjoying ‘MY college campus’ (the former) all to themselves, call it jealousy, I don’t care. (Note: Take a note on ‘my’. The case of the alphabets delineates the intensity of my ‘my’ feeling). I sobbed in ache and I felt a sudden urgency to run away from the college. Where else will I go, I realized it’s time for coffee! 

There I was on the couch (my favorite seat) in CCD. Yes it is Soniyo..O..Soniyo..(The most frequently played song in those 2 yrs of my college life in my lappy) in the speakers now…I dint make even a single effort to restrain my tears. Tears streamed down my cheeks and now I had a strange and weird sense of satisfaction for letting those tears out, with a cup of coffee in my hands.

Exactly 10 days after this episode, I was sitting in CCD agn almost in tears, but this time in vizag, counting things which are never gonna be the same like those at college. But this time I dint have a coffee, I just had a sizzling brownie fin its place. Maybe, this occasion is not really worth a coffee cos I reserved the next cup of coffee for our reunion.

So here, you 3 are royally invited to my place to cheer our reunion over a cup of coffee. A delicious feast follows of course ;) Looking forward to be together once again...

I have a custom of pasting a picture with every post. Here it is, my hand holding a cup of coffee with a cup of coffee on it, for a really close fren who loves a cup of coffee as much as I love a cup of coffee saying that I am always ready for a cup of coffee whenever my fren feels like having a cup of coffee with someone who loves to have a cup of coffee, to share something over a cup of coffee, really worthy to be shared over a cup of coffee.

Confused??Don’t be!!

True!! A picture is worth a thousand words (not jus words, even confusing words.. lol )..isn’t it?