Exactly one month ago - just about this time of the day - I would walk into my office in Atlanta and log on to the world wide web.
I'd check all my work emails - make a list of action items and then say climb on top of my desk and say Hi to Elizabeth.
Then I would walk over - exactly 15 steps to the coffee machine.
This machine and I had a special relationship. No one knew how to work it like me.
I would brew a steaming pot of coffee - and would go back to my desk and get started on work and my first cuppa.
Every once in a while - someone else would make some - and miraculously ..like hope floating over the inert air - the coffee would find its way into my life and I'd succumb and get some more.
They say that behind every successful man is a woman.
I guess a corollary to that would be - that behind every productive Kaumudi is a cup of coffee.
Starbucks,Seattle's Best, Caribou, Dunkin, Cafe Coffee Day, Barista- I love you all. Equally, Equivocally and Exhaustively.
Whether it was cafe amour at Intermezzo, Moccha Latte at Apres Diem or a Black coffee at a waffle house - coffee brought immense perspective and clarity into my life.
Mocchachino,Frappuchino,Espresso - Shakespeare said "whats in a name- A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
Peppermint Mochas in Winters and Raspberry Lattes in Summer.
Coffee became one of the few things in my life - that was bitter ..but still sweet.
Present Day in Hyderabad - I still haven't managed to find a good way to satisfy my coffee cravings.
I walk around campus all day between classes - and there are these mini Nescafe Vending machines that you can put a 5 rupee coin into and they brew you this impersonal cup that has more cream than caffeine.
There is something strangely lonely and depressing about having a machine make my coffee.
Its like paying 5 bucks to have a conversation with someone.
But the harder part has been finding 5 Rupee coins -- and trying to get over the fact that the coffee cup is more like a shot glass and less like a cup.
They say that Good Conversation is like a cup of coffee - Its as stimulating and hard to sleep after.
Last Night after a long time - I had both.
Until the next time - I will hold on to my coffee cravings and wait in patience - Desperately Seeking Coffee.
I'd check all my work emails - make a list of action items and then say climb on top of my desk and say Hi to Elizabeth.
Then I would walk over - exactly 15 steps to the coffee machine.
This machine and I had a special relationship. No one knew how to work it like me.
I would brew a steaming pot of coffee - and would go back to my desk and get started on work and my first cuppa.
Every once in a while - someone else would make some - and miraculously ..like hope floating over the inert air - the coffee would find its way into my life and I'd succumb and get some more.
They say that behind every successful man is a woman.
I guess a corollary to that would be - that behind every productive Kaumudi is a cup of coffee.
Starbucks,Seattle's Best, Caribou, Dunkin, Cafe Coffee Day, Barista- I love you all. Equally, Equivocally and Exhaustively.
Whether it was cafe amour at Intermezzo, Moccha Latte at Apres Diem or a Black coffee at a waffle house - coffee brought immense perspective and clarity into my life.
Mocchachino,Frappuchino,Espresso - Shakespeare said "whats in a name- A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
Peppermint Mochas in Winters and Raspberry Lattes in Summer.
Coffee became one of the few things in my life - that was bitter ..but still sweet.
Present Day in Hyderabad - I still haven't managed to find a good way to satisfy my coffee cravings.
I walk around campus all day between classes - and there are these mini Nescafe Vending machines that you can put a 5 rupee coin into and they brew you this impersonal cup that has more cream than caffeine.
There is something strangely lonely and depressing about having a machine make my coffee.
Its like paying 5 bucks to have a conversation with someone.
But the harder part has been finding 5 Rupee coins -- and trying to get over the fact that the coffee cup is more like a shot glass and less like a cup.
They say that Good Conversation is like a cup of coffee - Its as stimulating and hard to sleep after.
Last Night after a long time - I had both.
Until the next time - I will hold on to my coffee cravings and wait in patience - Desperately Seeking Coffee.
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how is it going buddy?
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