When the first few drops of liquid touch your tongue, the fatigue disappears instantly. Suave molecules of Mocha stir up your blood, without causing excess heat; the organ of thought receives from it a feeling of sympathy; work becomes easier and you will sit down without distress to your principal repast which will restore your body and afford you an unusual serenity.

Coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of an army, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.

This is something I read a year back at a local coffee shop. Such is the power of coffee, and this blog is my attempt to put to paper (in this case the keyboard) some of the thoughts and ideas that come to me as I mull over that cup of coffee - sometimes with friends and sometimes in solitude. My previous blog was akin to me learning to speak. I hope this one evolves to a stage where I can tell a story - a story about you and me, about my country and the world…in short everything under the sun!

Thanks TF for inspiring me to start blogging again after an absence of over 6 months.

Currently Sipping: Cup a Joe’s amazing Caffe Voltaire