Tea or coffee?

Today afternoon its unusually quiet. I am sitting in the balcony, sipping hot and sweet ginger tea. It’s a holiday for school but strangely I cannot see even a single kid running around in play area. I am enjoying this quiet. Vary rarely I get to enjoy it.  Small joys of life.

Usually, on a weekday morning, the only thing I drink at home is a sip of water. My day starts early. Usually I am already out of home and on my way to office at 7 am. 10.30 am is the time reserved in office to have first cup of beverage. I don’t have a preference in office – It can be anything of the available choices – tea, coffee, badam milk or green tea. It is part of my routine now. I do it out of habit. I tend to skip it if I do not have company. Actually this hot cup serves as a tiny break in the early busy hours of the day.

But on weekend the story is different. There are only two morning in the week where me and husband can spend some morning time together. Every Saturday and Sunday morning a question is hung in air – Tea or coffee? 

I love ginger teas throughout the year, irrespective of the weather. The aroma of tea, spicy taste of ginger and the sweetness of concoction just brighten up my mornings. But it does not mean I do not enjoy coffee. But I enjoy coffee the typical Marathi way – 3.4^th milk, 1/4^th water, mild coffee with cardamom and nutmeg. Husband is on the other side of the bridge. He supremely enjoys experimenting with different brews, loves the bitterness in his cup of coffee and milk just for touch. I think he is a psudo Indian in some way – ( I know this is very unfair statement but how can he not enjoy tea? Surely this is a strong question mark on his Indian-ness).  We have around 5-6 different kind of coffee powders at home. Thankfully till now he is satisfied with the functioning of the basic coffee maker we have at home. But I strongly suspect arrival of a French press anytime soon in coming months. Cutting it short, coffee it is on most weekend mornings.

But now, husband is off to USA. I am back to my lovely and  hot steaming gingery sweet cup of ambrosia. Not that I don’t like coffee, but it has its own time and situation – after sumptuous south Indian breakfast, on a rainy afternoon, during late night “gappa” ( chit chat – discussions) at home.  Today is bonus day for my tea life. It’s a weekday but a holiday – so here I am with my cup of tea, enjoying the rarely quiet afternoon.

The question – “Tea or coffee?” can rest till husband is back.

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You've got a mail

Today I was really bored after coming back home. Had a long and hectic day in office. The thought of long day full of  meeting makes me depressed, bored and irritated. I had to do something. I wanted to watch a movie. But not sure of which one. I sat in front of my laptop aimlessly staring at the screen. I remebered one movie I watched on one late winter night at MDI with hot steaming soup  and I downloaded that movie - You've got mail.

The movie is quite charming - typical romantic story where a girl falls in love with a stranger who turns out to be the bad guy in her life. But as the time progresses they realize, its their destiny to be together.

But that is not the reason why I liked this movie. There were many things which touched different part of me.

Writing emails and letters - the first and foremost factor which draws me to this movie. An email or a letter makes the relation come alive. Its a thing you can read and re read again - whenever you remember that person, whenever you are feeling low, whenever you need support - love- comfort.
To quote Kathleen Kelly ( the female protagonist) - "The odd thing about this form of communication ( email / letter) is that you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings."
It echoes my feelings. Call me old fashioned, but  I get super excited to find a personal email in my inbox. My hands troumble with excitement while receiving a letter via courier. It makes me feel special, cared and loved.

Kathleen, a small book store owner, is not able to cope up with loss of customers due to opening of a discount book superstore in her neighborhood. She had to close her store with a heavy heart and a sense of losing a big chunk of her life.
She write to the stranger in an email - "Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."
I paused the movie, re-winded it to listen to the thought once again.  Isn't it the question all of us ask to ourselves at some or the other point of time but not able to come up with a convincing answer?

If you have not watched this movie, do watch it.
The charming old style courtships and nostalgia mixed with some really impeccable moments where you will be compelled to think about your own life-  is what makes this movie special.
This may not be my favourite movie, but this is the movie i will come back to when I need comfort.
And now time to get back to work - start working on a typical  powerpoint presentation with charts figures and numbers. Back to the real life from reel life.
:-)

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