Some coffee

I Love Tea

Most of us remember the first time we rode a bicycle. That moment you looked back and realized nobody was holding it and you were riding it, when you knew it was all you. That rush when you realize a warm feeling is spreading from your chest to the tips of your toes – a feeling you can only describe as being free.

There exist a million moments like these, ones we want to relive again and again. Keepsakes and rituals are the closest we get to experience a moment like that all over.

For my parents, one such ritual was sharing a cup of coffee at 8 p.m., every day. Watching them throw their everything into enjoying that moment made me want to experience it too.

This is the story about that anti-climatic coffee moment and how I found my true love in a cup of tea, despite being raised in a coffee-obsessed culture.

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I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness;

I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too.

I feel the suffering of millions.

And yet, when I look up at the sky,

I somehow feel that everything will change for the better,

that this cruelty too shall end,

that peace and tranquility will return once more.

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  • I’m tired & hungry.
  • I need to sleep.
  • But there’s still so much to do.
  • Welcome to my world.

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