for the love of coffee and everything around it thence

After a regular day of cubicle farming, I wonder what makes me so happy at the end of it.

Three shots of caffeine spread out evenly over the day certainly helps. The entire place seems to be three watts brighter once the door swings open and I hear the familiar "Coffee madam?"

The man seems to be mildly dyslexic though. "Two coffes and three teas" are often interpreted as "Two teas and three coffees" and more often than not, he ends up bringing one cuppa coffee more. Not that I'm complaining about this. Now who can hate somebody who brings flavored coffee to your cube?

This unique flavor is something that only I can seem to identify. Reminds me of jaggery, though it tastes nothing like it.

Irritably shooting daggers at the door until the dusky liquid arrives; what exquisite agony! I can continue waxing eloquent till the wafting aroma finally grants me reprieve.

I have been caught darting covetous glances in the direction of my co-workers' coffee more than once.

What can I say? Coffee spawns greed after need.

I think I can now mention that I wrote this in my coffee break. I've been told I have to work during this weekend and I'm grinning. Go figure.