My relationship with Coffee

I am a love-person. I love the concept of being in love despite the fact that my stance on love is almost same as that towards God. I think its overrated, obscure, too strong to be ruled out but at the same time lacks enough evidence to be rationally accepted. Hence I keep my highest degree of indifference towards these two and try not to fiddle or form/contest an opinion. Of course I believe these two ‘concepts’ are very ‘to-each-his-own things’ and are known to have done wonders to people. So it hardly matters if wonders were based on false notions or true concepts. Whatever works, works.

 

So yeah, I am agnostic. I feel these claims on God and love are unknowable but I neither rule out nor accept the existence of either. Life’s not so hard or different with lack of certain information on these afterall. But I know one things for which my Love (Oh I still use this word a lot for sake of common acceptance) for Coffee is unabashed.

 

Imagine you are a normal kid struggling between forced glasses of milk and stolen sips from Parent’s tea cups. Such a pity you never smell the divine coffee while growing up. Then you gradually enter coffee puberty and glance on coffee shops while on your way from here, there and everywhere. And the slow virtual encounters with coffee suddenly change into bombardment of coffee instances, dates, events and encounters around it.

 

My journey of coffee has gone sea change from milk heavy coffee at home to quick assortment at hostels to trying and hating Starbucks and meeting and dating at costa. It also went from love of 1 Euro coffee in Germany, discovering tastiest Coffee in Tim Hortons and settling to plain black coffee at home for love of no calories and lack of moving to supermarket for buying milk. Oh Boy! We came a long way.

 

Coffee is by far the best thing that happened to me. It’s like my companion I miss all the time and think of in my best mood. Rains, good book, movie night, great scenery, even after visiting a bar, what i yearn for most is indeed coffee. Its true that as long as you have coffee with you, just how bad can things be. Till date, I am not a person who cooks or visit grocery store and keeps stuff in kitchen. But even when I shifted house recently, the first and only thing I kept on shelf was coffee. Give me coffee and water kettle and that kitchen is fully equipped by my standards. There! Coffee makes people simpler beings. Now that’s true love. Coffee is also wonderful in many ways. It’s the best drink and greatest aroma. And what’s best about the aroma is the very fact that it is universally superior. How? No matter how strong a perfume, only coffee beans can neutralize it for you.

 

On a different note, you realize that coffee is not only the best drink, greatest addiction, coziest partner in bed but also acts as a proxy to better things. Conservative girl on radar, ask her out for coffee instead of drinks. You wanna call that handsome hunk upstairs? Ask for a coffee. You wanna convey what you like, my God, you can do it in as many ways as you can order coffee- black, white, pressed, froathy, french vanilla, shots…the list goes on. More than shoes, you can tell about a man by the coffee he drinks. I am sure it should be included in list of judging compatibility between people. So that’s about coffee- Have it your way. If your way is fast.

 

Allow me to quote a writer I who’s risen right to the top of my favorites list: Jarod Kintz
“My coffee gets increasingly better the more I drink and the closer I come to the bottom of the cup, where all the sugar is. I wonder if life is the same way as we approach the end
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