THURSDAY • 15th Aug holiday: Apart from mourning for democracy, spent grieving for my lost sense of humour and my declining sense of poetry. Which reminded me of what Lekha said once: “One day you’ll wake up and you won’t be able to recognize yourself…”. And how much of what is really worth it. “What is the price of your sense of self,” I ask the universe. “It’s a cup of coffee and a cookie,” says the brown boy.
This one is for Punam and Deepa.
Like a lot of couples, we’d done date nights before. After Orin was born, we converted them to Saturday morning dates.
“I was happy because all I wanted to do was to be cool in a cool place.”
And this one is from another day.
To honor Earth Day this year, I switched from paper cups to a ceramic mug to drink coffee at work.
Also, when I take coffee breaks, I go and look at some greenery. Those hedges has thus become friends and I sometimes have a conversation with them.
Today I held forth on the coffee I drink. Earlier it was this way:
1/4 espresso, 1/2 hot water
Now in the new cup, 1/4 espresso, 3/4 hot water
So basically same amount coffee, only more water. I believe they call it “long black”.
So win-win for everyone – same coffee, but lasts longer. And the Earth is a miniscule bit happier, hopefully.
Thanks to Girish for the idea for this post.
And by the way a happy Valentine’s day to those who celebrate it.
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