My morning starts with a cuppa black coffee… every morning mom wakes me up to my favorite black coffee… no milk no sugar… with every sip i feel the world is divided into halves – coffee lovers and tea lovers… i although belong to the former category… i am totally a coffee person… had never tasted tea, until few days ago when a dear friend, tried every wit and finally convinced me to sip over darjeeling tea at Cafe Coffee Day… “ekbaar try kore dekho, bhalo lagbe, na lagle ami kheye nebo. tarpor amra black coffee khabo”… and finally I gave in.
I have to think hard to remember when was the first time i ever tasted coffee… i guess it was in darjeeling… i would go there often, at least once in a year if not more, with maa and babai… making me drink the regular glass of milk every morning was a true punishment for maa… hence she thought of giving herself a relief from handling my banter and gave me some coffee instead… i fell in love with it instantly… or may be it was the chill in the wind, freshness of the morning and orange hues of the sun painting the snow capped Kanchenjunga that did the trick… but i give the whole credit to the real taste of it… the bitterness that lingered in my mouth for long… i have become a Coffee Addict since then.
but my first taste of coffee is not what i am addicted to these days… it was milky and sweet with just a little amount of coffee dust sprinkled into it… but i loved it anyway… and since then every trip to darjeeling has taken me to every coffee shops there from Kaventers to Glenerys… “make me one coffee without milk and some brown sugar separately”.
my 5 years of graduation and post graduation gave way to a perfect blend of coffee and bengali intellectual adda culture at Coffee House… hours were spent bunking classes and debating over politics, sports, literature, history, economy, films and music… and we could never really keep counts of the number of cups of “infusion” we gulped down… liquid diet, i called it then and survived on it mostly everyday… the very garrulous bengali girl that i was and still am, i was never tired of sitting at Indian Coffee House surrounded by friends and doing endless chatting.
the countless Barista’s and CCD’s have made coffee a daily part of our lives after work today… every time i have to meet an old colleague or a friend after work, i would say, lets catch up at CCD then… with that special someone, its either the CCD at CC2 or the less crowded one near the swimming pool at Salt Lake… the pen and paper have now been replaced by laptops… discussion from movies, literature and music have been exchanged with new technologies and social networks… but the coffee remains same and perhaps as important as it used to be if not more.
recently my boudi got Starbucks Coffee for mee from US… i was floored when i took the first sip of it… gave her a long hug and thanked her countless times… “eta best gift”… yess true… these days my inseparable late night partners are mugs of coffee from Starbucks, books and music… we four share space on my bed and create unforgettable memories…
me and my coffee…we both will live happily ever after.