Coffee

There is a whole world inside the coffee shop, but outside there is none.Sitting
in a coffee shop,I see the life in all its forms confined into that small yet rich place.
People don't just buy coffee for coffee. Some people buy coffee for their love for

coffee,some buy coffee for their love. Some others buy coffee, just because they
 can afford to.

"More coffee??" the waiter smiles.. "yes please!!!", and he is off to fetch more.

There is a couple ordering more coffee, just to buy more time with each other.
There is another, hoping by the time they are done with theirs, things between
them would be all right. The bookworm wants people to know that she only cares
about her coffee and the book , yet all she cares about is who all are watching her.
The three people at the corner are all wide eyed, trying to appear interested in
their conversation, while really there are just judging each other, making mental notes.
Suited man with a calculator and a bunch of papers is trying to rape the scared woman's
fear of her future and sell her an investment plan. The women is drinking coffee to calm
her self, and the man, to calm the women. The college kids are reveling in the intoxicating
thrill of being " mocha" and "hazelnut" aware. More cups arrive. Afternoon revelers settle
in on their table to have some, just because of the lack of any other thing to do.
The guy at the counter sells coffee to be able to go to college. The group of youngsters
in the smoking section go to college to visit coffee shops.

The heady fragrance in the air isn't all beans, its a brew of emotions each one coming
in contact with the coffee is carrying deep within. There are very many fancy names
and fancy cups. But each caries in it the essence steaming from the mere existence
of things. For it to be coffee, it would need a precarious, balance of bitter and sweet.
For it to be life, it would need coffee in it. There is a whole world inside the coffee s
hop, while out there , there is none.