Changes.

(Wrote this at airport)

Too bitter
Too floral
Too fragrant
Too ashy
Flavourless!
Gunk
Murky water
Black death
This is what’s gonna kill me!
Wtf!!

Those are expressions I muttered after first sip of coffee anywhere except my home.

There were very few miraculous occasions where I would have said statements like..

Now that’s coffee
Thank God it tastes like coffee
Dope shit!
Thank God somebody got macchiato right.

The ratio of pained curses to praises is like 1 : 99

Now airport coffee is black death coffee usually. But this time God had special mercy on this abnormally exhausted pigeon and sent angels to slightly dilute shittiniess of this coffee.

You know, God knows when you just can’t take it anymore.

This time at least I could successfully push down 1/3rd of the fluid down my throat without practically gagging.

Times are changing guys.

Looks like beginning of a new era

A brand new morning..

Or maybe I was so tired, anything warm and slightly smelling like coffee would qualify for a cup of coffee. Like even it was 1/10, it would still be helpful.

Maybe it’s me who is changing..

…

Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire.

Copyright © 2019 stoneronarollercoaster – All rights reserved

…

Here’s the link to my debut poetry collection => Swinging Sanity

Here’s the link to my post about the book – All About Swinging Sanity