My love affair with coffee did not start until my final year of high school. In our home, it was ok to drink coffee occasionally, but I remember smelling the coffee cup sometimes in my early teens, and grimacing in disgust.
I do not remember when or how I came to love coffee. But I know that there was no looking back. After that, any time was coffee time. Strangely, coffee has also become an indicator of how healthy I am feeling on any particular day. If I wake up in the morning and do not crave coffee, I know for a fact that I am coming down with something.
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I can wax eloquent about coffee, but just thought I would jot down a few of my favourite coffee moments.
Coffee time is when I get back home after a long, tiring day of work.
Coffee time is ‘me-time’ in the quiet hours of the morning when I look within.
Coffee time is when it’s raining non stop and I sit on the couch and dream of everything and nothing.
Coffee time is also those hurried sips between chores on a chaotic morning.
Coffee time is catching up with friends on a lazy afternoon.
Coffee time is sharing some quality time with my spouse.
Coffee time is that ‘salivating time’ of anticipation when my filter starts percolating and the heady smell of coffee reaches my nostrils.
Coffee time is when my head is pounding and I know that only coffee will work that magic.
Coffee time is also trying to convince my son to smell coffee and become a member of the coffee club (right now he grimaces)….I am still working on him.
Coffee time is family reunion time, after a wedding or engagement, when we gather for what we popularly call in the South – sweet, kaaram (spicy snack) and kaapi (coffee).
Coffee time is during picnics with friends, sipping from disposable glasses having lots of fun.
Coffee time is marathon catch-up sessions with my sisters..that stretch late into the night.
Coffee time is catching up with my mom, when I visit her.
Coffee time is …pure bliss.