A choice that inevitably each one of us would have been enmeshed with during the course of most adult social interfaces. Sometimes we’re even denied of the basic democratic right and a glass of tea is blithely placed in front of me with two eyes boring into me waiting for me to gulp down the brown liquid, down to its last drop, leaving no room for doubt that the slightest of protests would be met with fiercest measures. Little choice I have but to meekly comply, bound by the shackles of social obligation. The Chinese had added milk to their tea to slowly poison their prisoners and the same is being repeated here in the guise of social demeanor.
I had refrained myself from this social stigma till I got into the grind of life – job. Now the mere lure of two diurnal coffee breaks has pulled me into the groove and there’s no denying my addiction.
Cappuccino, Latte, Espresso…….?
Cutting the list short, if given my druthers machine coffee else Cappuccino the closest cousin.
A quizzical look, “Machine coffee? Isn’t that the worst form of coffee?”
I have my reasons, as that’s the only form I get at work. Beggars can’t be choosers, right:)
My rationale for choosing coffee over tea?
The aroma of Coffee Beans simply knocks off the trace of any other olfactory sense lingering in your mind. Perhaps coffee can perform the same action with thoughts!!