The coffee I miss; the coffee I loved
Its 10:45pm, about the time the coffee shop closes. I and sharad rush with what all change we can accumulate towards 9 th block, chatting and discussing about some random stuffs, completely irrelevant to the next-day exams. We reach there Just-In-Time, as coffee anna is about to close his shop, before even reaching the shop, sharad yells asking for two cups of cappuccino, one with extra sugar, that day like most other days, we got lucky and got our beloved coffee from Fresh and Honest. Yes honest it was, as it delivered the freshness just as the title promises. The rush of caffeine was just the moral catalyst to build up the tempo for the remaining night, nights that I hated. But today, its 10:45pm again, I still have lot of change in my drawer, but no exams, I still have work that will keep me awake the whole night, but no syllabus to finish, I still have friends around me, but no-one to have a complete no-sense talk. I sit back and realise that I really miss th...