The Start

The first month of the New Year is already gone and I am still not over the after effects of the New Year party. Time has always got better of me when it comes to the running part, and as a result I consider it as my enemy and I have been killing it from the inception. We are into the beautiful month of February and the Venus in me suddenly gets that threshold energy required for ignition and go on an over drive mode. The month of February with love not only in the air but also in emotion, infact every possible motion inspired me to write something. Love the most pure emotion and thus February being the purest of month, spreading love and binding hearts. Many people set hopes on the month of February to get someone special or wait for the past to come to sand again. I just close my eyes to get drowned in something too good to be true.

She wanted some peace and I needed some driving force to channel my thoughts into words..
We both met, talked and went to a coffee house. She peacefully sat and drank her coffee and I just captured her beauty in the most well-intentioned words…Her beautiful silence made me dream with open eyes or in others words I looked at her without a wink. After an hour of flirting with emotions, we left but not before presenting her with her words just put together is a song which will rhyme in the tone of music coming from disturbing the most lyrical chords attached to her heart and my words. The writer in me will not limit the meeting to few words, so here it goes.

As I mentioned she wanted some peace and I wanted to drown in the beauty of someone to overcome the creative block that has hindered the flow of words for days. Yes the ingredients of a perfect date were there and thus pushed me to ask her out for a coffee. We have never been very good friends but of late we both found ourselves very close to each other but still that closeness had nothing to do with the usual attraction part. To sum it up, after a gap of almost a year I was accompanied by someone to the place that brings out the best in me.

We took our seat in the most comfortable corner of the café with the sunlight lighting up our table. The winter and sun is a magical combination for people like us, nothing brings more joy than to relax under the sun with cold breeze of winter ruffling up your senses. We had the best place in the house, away from crowd and strong aroma of coffee just adding the missing part to the environment. Accompanying her was a book named Norwegian Wood, looking at the cover of it just brought back all memories associated while reading it. We had a brief discussion on the characters of the book and then she warned me against ruining the suspense of the book (the lighter part of it was that the book had none).


She had a comely figure but what caught my attention was a saffron tint in her complexion. The eyebrows were crescent in shape and pointed inwards as soon as she caught me staring at her. Those swaying black hairs tumbling over her shoulder were enough for a person like me to get attracted to the beauty. Her lilac soft heart shaped lips and sugary voice were enough for me to get mesmerized by her presence. Adding to that the stain that her lips were leaving on the cup were driving me crazy. For a minute or so I wanted to be that cup so that I can taste those adorable lips.

After about an hour of drawing different pictures and arranging them to form a meaningful sequence I decided to give my thoughts a rest. I laid my head down and with my eyes closed I was trying to evince that connection or conversation with the invisible characters of my life. Seeing me she asked to get up and concentrate on writing the thing that has eluded me for the past 4 years. ‘My love for you exist in dreams so please don’t wake me up’, was my reply and trust me it came right from the sequence that I was dreaming about, it just bypassed my mind and thus came like a sweet riposte. She was surprised with my reply and for a few moments she was searching for words. After a long pause she said, ‘so your dreams are ought to be beautiful but reality will always lack as me and you, always in your dreams’.

Hearing her reply, my world in nascent stage came crashing down and as I say if you don’t have a girl you deserve a coffee. Coffee came to my rescue and I again turned my writing mode on so that I could come up with something that may act as a gift for her.

I dreamed.. She conquered..

I loved… She denied..

All this time, I wrote..

And She read..

In between those moments..

My dream came to sand..

Those flowing hair..

To that comely figure..

Cheeks like rose..

With perfection in her every pose..

As soon as I was closer to her..

The dream came to an end..

Probably creating a stir..

Writing this epistle,

I can picture her face..

My heart has remained still,

Lost in that beautiful trace..


And after fifteen minutes of my tussle with words, I came up with something and not disturbing her while she was reading, I left the place leaving the above rhyme for her to read. Not expecting anything from her I went home but sometimes the less you expect the more you get…

P.S. Mark this incident as complete… Writing further about what happened can only yield those biased words that I have reserved only for her…


NewYear Coffee

Writing today I have a new feeling combined with an energy that the mere change of year column in the date brings in the life. Yes we are in 2016 and 2015 lay peacefully into its grave. The year change never signifies any change in my life but when I take into account the optimistic part of me, I look forward to special things that may

happen. In the last year I was accused of being perfidious when it came to love and in my defense I had only words that were too uncanny for the likes of people who think fidelity comes from staying together till the end. To give a kick start to my year which I think is perhaps the most important year when it comes to shaping my future, I decided to go with the most important thing associated with my life. Your mind will be full of curiosities about the things that I am talking about and to just ruffle up a

bit, it is neither about love for a person nor it is about my past. It is about a thing that acts as an inspiration for the words to flow. Yes for many it may be bar hopping but for me it is café hopping. It has been months since I last wrote something when the aroma of coffee beans were brewing my mind with thoughts, the sips of coffee was adding the atypical thoughts and to add to that tinge of vanilla in my flavor just made it a treat to write, drink and later on read the sumptuous piece of words having a rhythmical cadence to it.


I sat down on the most comfortable sofa of the café and started to recollect the thoughts that I wanted to write about. To accompany me to the café were my three friends: laptop, camera and to counter my creative blocs was my Kindle. These three things have lately become my escapades to life and my window to dreams, my pillars of a happy life. As usual the trend continued with me going for a king glass of vanilla latte and avoiding the extra shots of cream owing to my New Year resolution of eating healthy and staying fit. I was trying to picture someone probably my inspiration to just start with the flow of words but I was faced with a storm of thoughts that were trying to come out of my mind for months now. Waiting for the storm to abate was not on the list as my funds and time reserved for this unusual date with coffee were limited. I tried to write a few lines but they were not of the level which I expected them to be. As soon as I started to doubt my abilities to come up with something worth writing, I had a guest on the opposite side of the table. Owing to comfort of the couch, a place opposite to a lost soul who was perhaps not interested in the surrounding world was the best place to sit in the café. Without bothering to ask me she sat down and bought out her camera’s memory card and laptop. For a few moments I was gaping at her as if some intruder has just entered my world and is trying to change it according to her liking. But as you know in India looking at a beauty comes with a price tag which can be as expensive as receiving a mouthful of rebukes so I decided to give it a rest. The entry of a foreign influence just abated the storm but my concentration was nowhere near to the usual which I prefer for writing. So I stopped and started to read a novel rather than writing some genius shit which will be hard for me to decipher in the end.

In between my reading I would look at the uninvited guest opposite to the table. She was fair with long hairs, it seemed her twinkling eyes behind the specs were after my pecks and to go with that her cheeks like rose were making her too beautiful to ignore. She was dressed in red sweater and black jeans complimenting her skin’s color and making it look more and more bright. Her lips left an impression on the cup which I presumed to be of vanilla latte and the way she lifted her lock of hairs form her face and tied down to the back was making my heart beat rise. How badly for a moment I wanted to be that cup which she took into her world, embraced it and left a trace so that everyone could be jealous of the relation she had with me. Looking at her hands searching for the ring and to my joy I couldn’t find was the reason for me to strike a conversation with her. Her beautiful face lit by the screen of her laptop and the reflection of her photos one her glasses were enough for me to give all my thoughts a rest and concentrate on her beauty. Her face was flawless, white as a moon with everything in just the perfect position making me thing how beautiful a person can be. Happiness is looking at such a flawlessly pretty face and admiring it with all the adjectives that come in your mind.

With all the strength in the world I tried to get her attention but she was too busy to observe the surrounding disturbances. I gave my every try a halt and started to enjoy the moment with my eyes constantly glued to her. After half an hour she also noticed that I was trying to strike a conversation with her. She ordered one honey oat cookie and looked at me. As soon as her eyes were about the make contact with me, I started to look at the book that I was reading. “I am not that ugly for someone not to look at me” were her first words that I heard. Her sweet voice found the hidden passage to my heart and lost for a few moments, I eventually gave voice to my words, “nobody is ugly, it is just a bit of decency left in me that says never ever try and offend a girl with your eyes.” She asked a simple question stating if a girl wants to get offended with the eyes then what a person like me will do. Thinking for a few moment in silence I answered, I will not offend her with eyes as they fall for anything and everything that is attractive, I will offend that beauty with words as they need to be priced out of me and you already are witnessing the demonstration of it. You are not offending me, you are just giving the compliments in a flurry, said the beauty. The best part of giving compliments is that you always get one back and the loop continues, she was quite impressed with my reply and said she is only looking for a small talk and by convention of it the talk should have already ceased. I said yes and granted her wish of ceasing the small talk and ordered two coffees for the conventional long talk to begin.

IMG_6430We talked about our common hobby of photography and came to know that she teaches at Indian Institute of photography. We exchanged photos instead of number and exif details instead of names. Yes this type of talk is very limited for me as I only discuss photography when I am a bit depressed as it has way to make me feel happy. For the first time in my talks with a stranger there was no sign about my dream of writing best sellers and I chose to ignore the anomaly as both photography and writing are two pillars which have helped me resurrect my life from the worst of phases. The talk continued but it reached a premature end because of the time constraint. As she bid a bye I said, time has always been my enemy and I am killing it since my inception, so you will find me here wasting time on name of satiating the need of wanderlust that I have. She smiled and swiftly moved out without looking back (not in context of Bollywood movies). As my cup reached its end I also picked up all my stuff and started to move out of the café. Came to mind was a strange thought of not knowing the name of the person to whom I talked and I was lost in the thought that I completely ignored the person calling me from behind. He ran and got hold of me to give a discount coupon and yes most importantly a visiting card which he told was left by the girl who left in a hurry for me.

Again something or the other leads to an incident that you forever want to remember. For me these coffee chains have literally turned out to be the stage for the different actors to come and introduce them to me. Yes for me a lot is still happening over the coffee and the caffeine toxication has already gripped my mind in the nascent stage of the NEW YEAR…

P.S. As I say, fictions are all mine and facts are all yours but for a change I will say that I have started to love writing facts rather than fictions…

The Mistake

It is been around a month since the esoteric connection of words with my heart has disturbed the sympathetic chords of my readers. Selling and marketing are the new infatuations of my life and have over powered my zeal to enjoy the love of writing. Today was also a one long day of me trying to find some potential buyers amidst the crowd of people who direct jibes at you when they hear you trying to sell something. Yes selling is something that I suck at and probably this internship has given a good sense of direction of what not to choose as a career. Getting off from the metro and attracted to the smell of coffee, I found myself engrossed in the aroma of the place. Grabbing a corner at a coffee chain is what I am good at and adding to that the intermittent flirting with words that establishes a connection to a different world where both the loves of my life i.e coffee and words reside.

11256556_10202906948474380_2404970529183554322_nThe heat is at its peak and thus has forced me to resort to artificial world, the world of ACs. This world has the potential to allay your sufferings but in the longer run becoming a reason for that suffering. Though I suffer from myopia (short sightedness) but still cannot decipher the long run, the irony of life of a student in his early twenties. Delhi metro is my favorite spot to put my thinking cap in the over drive mode and fathom every depth of situations that I face on a daily basis. Not to mention the sufferings that one sect of people has to go through while the other enjoying every bit of travel. A rare day at the office when I got my long due wish fulfilled. Yes I got a place to sit in the metro but the day was not over yet. My life is full of twists and turns, and life without a pinch of salt is not something that I am used to. Standing infront of me was a decent looking guy in his mid-twenties. In a way I was busy observing the changes that will come to fore few years from now. Beside him was a beauty standing with those trendy sony headphones which have become a sort of fashion statement for the teens. The usual environment was the same with few people busy with their beauties and others enjoying the picture of charmer charming his beauty also called as PDA.

The beauty of the delhi metro is that you can find every type of person travelling and yes a place where anyone can enter without any discrimination. In between this a moment came when the hustle bustle was bought to a rest and all you could hear was sound of two hard slaps. The sound in itself instilled a fear in the mind of listener so I started to look for persons on the two ends of the slap. I didn’t have to search for long as I saw the same guy who was standing infront me holding his cheek. I had figured out the receiver and now I had to look for the other strand. Frivolous rebukes started to flow from the mouth of a beauty and trust me the words were of such a standard that even a guy will think twice before speaking. Accusing that decent looking guy of molestation, girl was all over that guy and without even giving an opportunity to prove his innocence she started to punch that guy and started drawing crowd to her side. I intervened with a lot of difficulty and stood in between the girl and boy. The metro was so crowded that I struggled to move few feet towards the couple. I asked the girl to calm down but she was not in a mood to add some coolant to her hot temper. On the other hand guy continuously apologized and was maintaining the fact that the push was not intentional. After half an hour things returned to normal with silence replaced by hustle bustle, beauty and beast busy with their PDA and doors were again opening on the right. I took a moment and talked to that girl and told her that if a touch from any opposite sex disturbs her then this compartment is not meant for her. With surprise and anger written all over her face, she was about to direct her flurry of holy words towards me but in doing so she lost her balance and fell on the adjacent passenger. I helped her to get up and asked whether she was okay. She replied to me and said, ’probably you are right I took the matter to the extremes and should consider travelling in the women compartment.’ Moving towards the exit door she said sorry to the guy and got off at her destination. The guy and me exited the metro at the same station. I saw his girl friend waiting for him at the station, he looked towards me and smiled, I also returned the same and added pace to my steps to reach the exit door.

Yes the world is a different place now and hatred has over powered love. This hatred has divided this world making it impossible for the love to thrive. You cannot single out a person from this incident who can be levied upon with all the mistakes. She is living in a world where all sorts of heinous things happen and he is living in a world where every male is accused of doing such things. Yes we live in a divided world and thus making it altogether more difficult to make this world a better place.


It is been a month since my hands produced the sound that breaks the silence of the night and the emptiness of the morning. No I am not talking about the guitar as it is still in my wish-list and life is no e-commerce website where wish-lists materialize when you have a heavy discount levied upon them. I am talking about the cracking sound of the keyboard that comes complementary when my heart evinces a connection with my hands and results in me typing those beautiful words. What is special today that has made me to come up with something? The day marks the 5th anniversary of my blogging and in course I have learnt many things that have helped me rise to a new level. I want to thank that person who inspired me to come up with a blog, though that person has departed from the life after playing the part destined for her but once in a blue moon I miss her and her contribution to my life. Before my moon again turns blue I must focus my attention and get back to the main agenda. The past month was aberrant and I was finding solace in the black words written on reference books. I was busy finding the next level of my global senses to score heavily in global subjects. Yes the exams have the power to break all the rhymes of the writer. After suffering a bit at the hands of the exams, I was back to square one, Pantnagar with one of my foot in the manager’s boat and other trying to follow the same. Yes after a bumpy ride for a year, I have become a half manager. Pantnagar has again drowned me in its beauty and photographing it brings a smile to my face. Photography has the power to wake me up at 5 in the morning to capture beauty rare in its existence.

Beauties have always a way to my heart and as soon as I come here, my dormant connections with beauties come to surface again. On 26th of March when whole country was busy witnessing a drubbing of cricket team at the hands of Australia, I was utilizing my time to coffee date a coffee lover who unlike the previous time stuck to the standard of having coffee. Café de Elantre was the place that witnessed its first coffee date. The ambience inside the hall was pleasing but the aura of a café was missing. The absence of diffused smell of coffee was the first setback. The seating was comfortable but the tables lacked height and thus made it a bit clumsy. Enough of the review as I don’t write these, until I get paid. The girl by my side is beautiful and adding to her beauty was the constant smile which was result of my jokes that can make a person hate me as well. Moving ahead of cool blue and ice with fizz, she went with the cold coffee and I with my usual espresso shot. My second setback was the quantity of the shot and the size of the mug used for it. The day of setbacks was what it seemed but having her by my side was like eating away every setback. Café was also drowned in the world-cup fever and with every Indian wicket the expression on her face changed in a jiffy. Seeing India lose in a café sitting comfortably with hot sips of coffee was making me feel that we were enjoying the loss, so we decided to given another round of coffee a miss and decided to enjoy the drive.


The drive was the most beautiful part of the day and getting glimpses of her while driving was the best part of it. In between those glimpses were our candid chats that started with guava having red color. She apparently hated the camouflaged version which was a stark contrast when compared to me. I told her what it is like to have a beauty beside you while driving and the positive cognitions that passing vehicles can draw of me. My words were making her laugh and the complaint of previous meeting was gleefully resolved. After all I don’t like the beauties to complain as they are the best part of my life. After running out of topics we focused on clicking selfies to save the memoirs of our beautiful day together. And again I discovered how pathetic I am at clicking them. After managing to capture both of us in a single frame, the next task was to add the emotions part to it. My expression in each and every selfie can best described as naïve and it reiterated the fact that clicking selfies is something that has an iota to it and my mind doesn’t deal with complex numbers.

The date ended and we both were back to our home and before giving words to my feelings I remembered an incident that left me smiling. One day a girl asked me how is your life? After sipping my hot coffee I replied, my life is like a coffee, a beauty came and took away the creamer and another came and made it stronger; now I find myself as bitter yet addictive. Not to mention thatthese were the only few words we exchanged for over a month and my humour sealed the mouth of a girl with in itself is rare. When we met again she said, please let me be your creamer or allow me to make your coffee stronger, as stronger the addiction better is the bond. This is a small gist of how coffee toxication can take a toll on your conversations. Writing in the footsteps of the dawn has its charm and in doing so my mind has started to rhyme and my heart has started to sing a lullaby. It is best these words should find a way out and poem should reach the readers.

inspiring morning

inspiring morning

A dark dome of night..
To a glorious sun lighting us all..
Inbetween this a moment passes..
When the rays of light sneak inside in traces..
Peeking in from the window..
Waking you up to feel the transition..
You get mesmerized by a beautiful sensation..
You step up in a world which is magical..
With your mind lost in something surreal.
Your heart rhyming and sounding lyrical..
And your hands itching to do something fanatical..
feeling the morning azure..
You see a world so pure..
Getting hold of a pen to write..
And those feelings that you want to indite..
A sudden breeze brushes your face..
Instills life on a face so naive…
Emotions finding a way out..
In a best way to say out loud..
Yes the beauty of nature makes you a writer..
And you move ahead writing at every juncture.
Countering your frustrations..
With all the vivid thoughts…
Evincing the rhyme between you and the lord..

Diclaimer- Fictions are all mine and facts are all yours. Drawing real world conclusions will only result in wasting your time and adding an ache to your head. The coffee series will be continued….


Frequent traveling for a month has made me consider my future once again. The joy associated with writing about the journey and places has given way to consider a possibility of becoming a travel writer. In the crowd of strangers you tend to connect the dots and find the missing piece of the puzzle to complete the beautiful picture. My eyes can never miss out on a thing that has some beauty attached to it. Thinking of all these and life that is perfect for you is considered day dreaming, I must abstain from dreaming in the day as most of my nights are pictured with picturesque dreams. Some time back I was dreaming with open eyes and obscuring the reality that ultimately resulted in abnegation with a pain consuming whole of my dreams. As a matter of fact I have started to look for beauties with open eyes with my mind adding the rationale aspect to it.

Yesterday was a strange day, though my life is having every ingredient that makes it strange but still there was something more aberrant to it. I was in a car driving on a cloudy day with a breeze brushing past my face, stopping at CAFÉ COFFEE DAY and after having espresso shots I couldn’t sleep the whole night. Seems very uncomplicated and a usual day at the office barring the sleep part as an espresso shot doesn’t have the potent force to disrupt my sleep. Introducing cool blue in the picture will definitely add a different color to my black white story. Being a coffee maniac, the cool blue is certainly not the thing that I will order visiting a coffee house and adding a bit of dazzle in ice is certainly not me. Yes I was not alone and was probably on a date with someone who is quite opposite to me. I said probably because I am not sure whether she considers it a date or a meeting to see me getting drowned in hot sips of coffee and her beauty. Yes I was not alone in the car; sitting to my left was a beautiful girl. I was on a date after so many days and my usual charm was in hibernation and the same got exemplified when she told me that words are to be priced out of me. She even offered a bribe for the words to come out but I was certainly not in my zone. The world cup fever was all over the CCD and seeing Ireland winning over UAE, I ordered an Irish coffee with extra shots of cream. And the sweetness of her voice couple with creamy coffee was a combination that didn’t allow me to come out of that shell. Seeing her playing with her long hairs and listening to her bought intermittent smirks and with the Irish coffee taking me to a different level, I was all but lost in the moment.

Dating a coffee maniac and that too in one of the leading coffee chains is difficult but to my amazement she pulled it off effortlessly and thus made yet another beautiful memory of me with a beauty Happy_Valentine's_Day...!at the coffee shop. Getting into a bit of details about our conversation and I say a bit because my words are biased and hands are tied to give words to the moments that had the capacity to take the breath away. We talked about the long gone past and my struggle through it, though not in a mood to discuss it but still cracked jokes about it to make her smile. Making a beauty smile and adding another attribute to her aura is what I believe in as it makes you experience a dimension that even Mr. NOLAN cannot think off.  She did the most of the talking and I was busy capturing the beauty in my eyes as meeting her has become a rarity of sorts. In between never ending talks, she tied her hairs looking into the small mirror just added more to the endearing moments that we were sharing. The time I loved the most was the selfie time that had RETRICA all around it. Clicking selfies in the coffee house to experimenting with them in the car just added to fun that we were having clicking them. Thanks to my modest knowledge of clicking selfies, the poses were repeated several times (and I used to think selfies don’t require pose).

The meeting ended with a long drive to the place full of green and by green I meant the literal aspect only. But my mind was not at peace and when the peace of my mind is taken away; my heart comes to my rescue and starts to dictate words. So here it goes-

The pleasant breeze…
Sitting under a beautiful tree.
Counting these countless stars..
And my journey so far..
The dark and pacifying night.
A beautiful you, in my sight..
Living a life from dusk to dawn.

With a spark to move on..
Past no longer hold any good..
I tried and gave the best i could.
There is something in the wind..
Stirring up thoughts that are rind.
Sometimes I think of you..
As beauty is always in my cue..
Enjoying this night, i smile..
Reason being your distinct style.
You came to me will all positive rays ..
Today i resurrected you in my own way.
Enjoying this beautiful time.
Stringing words to express my heart’s rhyme.
Going with this wind, i move along.
Meeting you in a place to which we belong..
I sit here, lost in the light of the moon..
But calling you my life perhaps will be too soon.

So finally an eventful day came to an end and yes as I clearly say writing fictions is my forte. Writing about facts is just so boring. Considering it a fiction or a true incident is entirely on you. I write for the love of writing and sharing some news is just not on my list of things to do. Though I claim is to be a fiction but you never know with love in the air and planet Venus on an overtime, things can happen. Don’t ignore any mistakes as they are all mine and fun is all yours. Happy Reading…..

A coffee with a Girl

Fortunately I am on a much needed break of a week and to multiply my joy and make it reach the zenith of the sky, I am writing again. The journey from the nadir point to the zenith is in itself like an expedition to search something having no sure-shot results. For a change MBA, so called value adding thing is not cutting my wings or chaining my imagination and I feel free. The freedom, I was after for a long time. Spending your vacations in a place where you have spent your glorious past is a thing that makes me happy, I love my hometown. Pantnagar has become a strange little place, where I am rambling as a stranger amidst crowd of unknowns. Those walks are no longer beautiful and those flowers are not blooming with fragrance. The essence of my every errand is missing. Sitting in a corner I notice a faint me walking past with that jubilant smile and group of friends. I see a young boy holding hands of a beautiful girl, as I move I see and relive each and every moment spent here. A sudden cry breaks my dream; these moments will never come to sand again.


it seems right..:P

The winter is coming at my place of study but it has already gripped my hometown and the bulk of the day is spent in the blankets with hot sips of coffee. The coffee is my only life line in this world of competition and till date it has not betrayed me. This coffee is very similar to a girl and is available in different variants. The regular is your wife to whom you are used to and any deviation from the normal is having an iota in it (refill is also free). A girl pacifier is your black coffee as both allay all your negatives. A girl friend is like a latte with extra shots of cream, once the cream gets over you realize how overpriced was it. Those espresso shots are like every opposite sex you interact with and thus in short the world you live in. The companions at work are best suited to be named as cappuccino as they promise a lot like the froth and the sweet-spoken quality is attributed to the heart made on the top of the froth. They never deliver much just like the cappuccino incapable to quench your thirst. But one thing that must be remembered is if you find a friend in a girl then nothing can stop you just like a coffee at the stroke of a midnight. Comparing a girl and a coffee should not be misunderstood and my love for both is infinite making hard to choose. They both have the capacity to cause insomnia depending on the potency of you consumption or closeness. You need them in proper amount when you are going through a heart break. Just as you take small sips of coffee, knowing a girl in one meeting is impossible; they are a complex creature and many things are buried inside them. So a girl deserves attention and should be handled with care just like that small cup of hot coffee, if not done the right way can leave permanent stains. Addictive nature is the thing that fathoms every depth of life, yes they both are addictive though if a girl leaves, you are forced to give up but as I said the loyalty of coffee is what separates it from a girl. If you have a girl in your life you don’t need a coffee but people like me still want it owing to severe addiction and call it as silent protector. If you don’t have a girl you deserve a coffee to strike that sympathetic chord whose sound has become coarse. I am from the masculine sect (the most hated nowadays) so I have written about a girl and a coffee, for the opposites you can change that girl to a boy and trust me results will be the same. Opposites attract and are seen together, same is my theory that only proves my above statement. This above comparison should be taken in a light sense as the world has become more and more complex because people using their mind on clamant things. Girls are a special being and for me they are like the only ones to exist as they have become my constant and the most powerful source of imagination.

The thing that I like about coffee chains in India is the ambiance and comfort they provide. Grab a corner, open your diary and start writing with sips of hot coffee. Intermittent breaks can treat your eyes with beauties that may serve as an inspiration for your next task and also provide much needed ignition for fresh thoughts. My past is a result of what happened over numerous coffees. Missing the time when a pen and a paper made my day at any such place. A writer’s delight is what I call it. Waiting for something to happen over a coffee. I am regular visitor of the coffee chains as it invariably satiates the need for coffee and the beauties serving as an inspiration.

My cup of coffee has reached its end with only the last sip remaining, I want to savor it. Forcefully I have to cease my words as my addiction to the last sip has taken a toll. Thanks to that beautiful friend of mine who shared not a single cup but many cups of coffee on a single day with me. This aberrant flow of words was a result of my conversation with that beauty and trust me when I spoke all this she was not offended. Lately these words have become few but still as long as my coffee stays with me these words will always find a way to come out in the best possible way. To sum it up a secret for my every admirer, I prefer it strong black without any sugar.