Sunday, 23 August 2015

Memory of Coffee

My first memory of coffee as , for anyone else, is its incredible and addictive aroma.
A magical fragrance, a feel good after taste, and you are hooked for life.
I drank my first coffee , standing on the pavement of a hill-station , blowing and sipping rich , frothy, sweet and seductive concoction , all red nosed and bundled up against the mountain chill.
That was eons ago.
So many years later, a sniff and a whiff of the potent brew, and I still go weak in the knees. Anytime, anywhere.

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