I would not call myself as either a coffee person or a tea person. I don't need caffeine to wake me up. Most of the time water and some fresh air does the job. Coffee is an occasional treat that I enjoy a few times every week. But tea I seem to drink quite often. Only because my husband needs his … Continue reading Coffee Shops and Creativity
I watch you As you sip your coffee Deep in thought I want to ask 'What are you thinking?' But I know your answer, 'Nothing' you will say. Yet, there must be something Some idea, some worry Some train of thought That I am not allowed on. 'My mind is blank' You always say. But, … Continue reading His Blank Mind
Alexithymia is the inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. That is my state now. I cannot describe how the continuous pitter-patter of the rain outside is making me feel. It reminds me of something. Something ancient. Something from long long ago. Something from my childhood. Not that long really, fifteen years maybe. It … Continue reading Rain and coffee
Conversations Unfinished You left, angry While I waited my coffee, to finish I thought you would come back. But It snowed where you sat. I sat alone Cold Without you to keep me warm. Till you came back Smiling, To take me home.