Its eight... much beyond the time thats acceptable to drink coffee on a non test day..
yes.
I said that.
Im bringing routine into my life now. Ok. Not exactly. But im trying alright?!
So
when exactly does coffee turn out strongest?
The daily morning brew i make... religiously the old style with groud coffee beans and hot water through a small brass cup which sits on another smalll cup to collect... wsit until the whole thing drips into the second cup... and get myself the "decoction", and invariably it wouldnt be strong enough for me to even get caffienated buzz beyond my D2...
But
today i just felt like cheating on my no coffee post six rule and made some...
coz you know anyway its gonna be so light its not tht different from drinking a glass of milk i think...
and voila! The perfect brew! The perfect strength...
muah! What a beautiful tumbler of coffee that was...
Now im going to stay up all night...
How come coffee turns out stronger just when we arent supposed to be having it? And just doesnt cut it when we so desperately need the boost every single morning to get our eyes to stay open?!
Its the conspiracy of coffee bean!
Friday, January 13, 2017
age doesnt really matter though does it
Here i was,
Sitting in a darkened room,
My little ones hand swollen big as a tennis ball... crying in pain...
watching her helpless,
blaming myself for being an absent parent,
full of guilt...
Staying up on a night watch to nurse my lil one,
Skimming through movies on the drive,
None holding my interest.
Finally, gave up and was playing through a movie, lost in translation.
In a very personal way I could relate to it.
The platonic but emotional friendship.
The silent acceptance.
The older friend being more restrained and mature.
The younger of the two being restless and looking for not a i told you so but for a person who would stand by letting her make her mistakes and be there to talk aboutit,
to analyse later.
It transcended race.
It transcended time.
It transcended ages.
Have you had a friend that would stand back
let you learn without telling you what to do... and let you make your share of mistakes and always been there unquestioningly... unflinchingly?
Sitting in a darkened room,
My little ones hand swollen big as a tennis ball... crying in pain...
watching her helpless,
blaming myself for being an absent parent,
full of guilt...
Staying up on a night watch to nurse my lil one,
Skimming through movies on the drive,
None holding my interest.
Finally, gave up and was playing through a movie, lost in translation.
In a very personal way I could relate to it.
The platonic but emotional friendship.
The silent acceptance.
The older friend being more restrained and mature.
The younger of the two being restless and looking for not a i told you so but for a person who would stand by letting her make her mistakes and be there to talk aboutit,
to analyse later.
It transcended race.
It transcended time.
It transcended ages.
Have you had a friend that would stand back
let you learn without telling you what to do... and let you make your share of mistakes and always been there unquestioningly... unflinchingly?
Thursday, January 5, 2017
the sounds of a sleeping house changed
Drip ... drip... drip.... drip...
the resting sound of the house came to an abrupt stop this year with a loud clang... and waterfall effect....
a sunday meant to be restful and lazy was turned into a day tht i was drenched head to foot trying to jugaad the pipeline...
the neighbours came for a coutesy call... saw me in hand with the broken tap and shrugged with their indifference... three hours later i gave up... and finally asked for help...
drenched... hungry... irritable...
walked to my neighbours doorand hadto be sweet while being served a creamycake which made my growling tummy pissed off... while i requested for proffessional help... theeversmiling christian helping facade stayed in place and an urgent call made...
20 minutes later a smartly dressed man walks in... says i wouldnt have come today... but because you stay alone i thought you needed my help he says...
Alright... so,who knew, a woman staying alone equates to helplessness... i got that..
i was profuse in my thanks... these guys who make normal functioning possible waltzed in and waved their magic wand... making all right in less than ten minutes... what was asked was given.. with a few more thank yous... It was noon... i was tired... my lil one wasnt squeaky sunday clean... she was pissed at having been isolated from all the exciting happenings... so she decided to make her displeasure known by ruining my sit out area for me... and i was just too whatever to make the effort to feed myself....
It feels weird now, without the dripping all night that i became so tuned to...
the bucket of waterthat i need to empty before having a bath...
the wet floor i hated walking into every single morning the last six months...
Looks like i adapt well to not being comfortable...
Next house id probably be so profusely thank ful and happy if the plumbings fine...
just likethe last time i was over the moon to have water in the pipes...
like a luxury...
Will probably be happy andcontent to get hot water without having to boil it to have a shower on a cold bone chilling morning....
Looks like little things do make a big difference...
the resting sound of the house came to an abrupt stop this year with a loud clang... and waterfall effect....
a sunday meant to be restful and lazy was turned into a day tht i was drenched head to foot trying to jugaad the pipeline...
the neighbours came for a coutesy call... saw me in hand with the broken tap and shrugged with their indifference... three hours later i gave up... and finally asked for help...
drenched... hungry... irritable...
walked to my neighbours doorand hadto be sweet while being served a creamycake which made my growling tummy pissed off... while i requested for proffessional help... theeversmiling christian helping facade stayed in place and an urgent call made...
20 minutes later a smartly dressed man walks in... says i wouldnt have come today... but because you stay alone i thought you needed my help he says...
Alright... so,who knew, a woman staying alone equates to helplessness... i got that..
i was profuse in my thanks... these guys who make normal functioning possible waltzed in and waved their magic wand... making all right in less than ten minutes... what was asked was given.. with a few more thank yous... It was noon... i was tired... my lil one wasnt squeaky sunday clean... she was pissed at having been isolated from all the exciting happenings... so she decided to make her displeasure known by ruining my sit out area for me... and i was just too whatever to make the effort to feed myself....
It feels weird now, without the dripping all night that i became so tuned to...
the bucket of waterthat i need to empty before having a bath...
the wet floor i hated walking into every single morning the last six months...
Looks like i adapt well to not being comfortable...
Next house id probably be so profusely thank ful and happy if the plumbings fine...
just likethe last time i was over the moon to have water in the pipes...
like a luxury...
Will probably be happy andcontent to get hot water without having to boil it to have a shower on a cold bone chilling morning....
Looks like little things do make a big difference...
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