Distracting beans

What is life like from the perspective of a cup of coffee?

‘oh she’s stressed today, has an exam tomorrow’,

‘oh she needs to start her day, work her way through an excel sheet lol’,

‘today, she and a friend are talking wholeheartedly about everything that happened in the last six months’,

‘it’s a rainy day, she just wants to sit and not think about her mom’,

‘today we’re learning about Scandinavian history’.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Chai. Coming from my ethnicity, we can have Chai on a 40° Faridabad afternoon, but coffee is something else. It could be because Chai away from home doesn’t have the same effect and has gotten replaced by coffee but the feeling is authentic, you know? Yes, I am a caffeine addict living in denial but I know that it’s not that serious because I am choosing this addiction... still in control. Since I’m a big fan of metaphors, let me just say this - why does choosing between Chai and coffee feel like choosing between two people I truly love ? I feel these days that I’ve grown out of the loyalty that I had for Chai and some people, and made room for coffee and other people. It's a good thing, slightly unsettling, but it’s only been two years.

(image off of the internet; edited by me)