bLack Coffee
The alluring smell of a hot cup of coffee... Mmm... So powerful and assuring.
Of love and coffee... Both relate well. The commercial coffee-love in movies, boy goes to Starbucks orders a take away combo-ed with the cute barista's number... Bumped into each other a few blocks away and find that they both have some common interests... falls in love, classic conflicts occurs, married. End of story.
That's not my point here. Its not about the movies, though life and movies are converging in this media dominated generation. Drama is happening in reality and you don't even need to pay to watch them. Just conveniently turn your head and look around.
So, this love and coffee thing... It sprung up while I had my caffeine. I love black coffee despite hating bitter tasting food. The bitterness in black coffee has a unique and acquired taste that my palate favours. In fact the bitterness tastes sweet to me in some queer-absurd condition and it got me addicted, leaving me wanting more.
Like love, I believe it has its bitter-sweet elements. Of course the unique and acquired, blend in like that of water and caffeine to make it awhole. Observations of the love birds and people in love around me, made me see it this way.
The in-love... they might hate bitter food but when it comes to the coffee, they'd take it in and savour it. It has an unexplained sweetness to it and the addiction? Terrifying. They keep coming back for more despite that bitterness. The palate craves for it in a very strange way and like caffeine, it gives you that tingle in your heart as well as the extraordinary memory of its lingering after-taste.
Like black coffee, we might not like bitterness but in a certain bitterness; it is sweet. To black coffee!
Signed,
Lover of black coffee
The alluring smell of a hot cup of coffee... Mmm... So powerful and assuring.
Of love and coffee... Both relate well. The commercial coffee-love in movies, boy goes to Starbucks orders a take away combo-ed with the cute barista's number... Bumped into each other a few blocks away and find that they both have some common interests... falls in love, classic conflicts occurs, married. End of story.
That's not my point here. Its not about the movies, though life and movies are converging in this media dominated generation. Drama is happening in reality and you don't even need to pay to watch them. Just conveniently turn your head and look around.
So, this love and coffee thing... It sprung up while I had my caffeine. I love black coffee despite hating bitter tasting food. The bitterness in black coffee has a unique and acquired taste that my palate favours. In fact the bitterness tastes sweet to me in some queer-absurd condition and it got me addicted, leaving me wanting more.
Like love, I believe it has its bitter-sweet elements. Of course the unique and acquired, blend in like that of water and caffeine to make it awhole. Observations of the love birds and people in love around me, made me see it this way.
The in-love... they might hate bitter food but when it comes to the coffee, they'd take it in and savour it. It has an unexplained sweetness to it and the addiction? Terrifying. They keep coming back for more despite that bitterness. The palate craves for it in a very strange way and like caffeine, it gives you that tingle in your heart as well as the extraordinary memory of its lingering after-taste.
Like black coffee, we might not like bitterness but in a certain bitterness; it is sweet. To black coffee!
Signed,
Lover of black coffee
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