She hated caffeine
He didn't like those drinks of brown leaves. And they meet each other on the place by time, again & again.
The writer wants to see a great story
A painter would have wanted a great chemistry in the colors on the piece
Noble man looks for honesty
And bird watchers seeks enlightenment by flying species.
And we all sat there every other day
A room surrounded by decorative tropical plants in plots
A room where we are the known strangers to each other
Cups after cups
Up to small talks
About the weather, ups and downs of prices in the markets
And about the sports & politics around the world.
. . . . .
When the first time he got to know that she doesn't like coffee,
He laughed and asked, "you must be kidding!?"
She replied negative and he saw seriousness in her eyes that she is not lying about it.
He said, "but there's so many options, methinks haven't found the right one yet.
There's cappuccino, latte,
mocha, espresso, doppio,
ristretto, americano, mochiato,
frappuccino, cubano, cortado,
au late and more...
Such addicting.
" so is in tea,"she said.
" green, black, yellow, herbal,
Oolong, white, fermented, puer,
rooibos, mate, blooming, Earl Grey,
Masala chai, jasmine.."
Curio enslavement.
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