Coffee is the World’s Dope
For decades now, I have danced with the divine elixir that is Coffee—each cup a silent sonnet, each sip a story steeped in aroma. From the highlands of Ethiopia to the estates of Coorg, I have lovingly collected beans like a poet collects verses.
Every morning, post my Yoga and Meditation, a sacred ritual unfolds. I brew my own cup—sometimes creamy white like moonlight, sometimes deep and dark like a forest whispering secrets at dawn.
The kettle hums, the beans crackle, and slowly, the air around me becomes intoxicated with an aroma so heady, it feels like the Earth herself is exhaling in delight.
I sit quietly. I sip slowly. I close my eyes. And there—right there—the world pauses. The first touch of that warm, bitter-sweet nectar on my tongue? Bliss.
Today, I decided to capture this little joy on camera.
Here’s to all you coffee lovers out there—may your mornings be magical and your mugs forever full.
Ashutosh Tewari
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