Coffee Love

Here is coffee my muse posing for a photograph

Every night of my existence seems like a batlle. Even after the stipulatedย  hours of sleep, I wake up exhausted. Often panting. I run from myself.

But as the daylight appears, its time to face myself. Again.
This monotonous cycle should seem routine now. But every struggle is different. And takes in more of my energies.

I am sitting in my classroom, blasting music in my ears, to drown out the sounds of my peers. They always seem filled with excitement, the latest movies, songs, clothes or crushes.
Sometimes, I wonder how come I ended up to be so different from the people I call my own.
They see me as the silent psychopath. And I dont mind afterall their mental picture limits my human contact with them.
Win-win situation.

The only solace that I have found in this monotonous existence is in coffee.


I had heard and read of drowning one’s sorrows with Alcohol. And in my desperation I confess I did indeed try to drown my sorrows. However, instead of drowning my sorrows, I was the one drowning. Alcohol seems to further my thoughts than to dull them. It reduces my conscious mind, and my arch enemy- the subconscious takes over.

But coffee is different. I like my coffee, like I see myself. Bitter and Dark. The only thing I look forward to in a day is that mug of coffee.

I take my coffee hot, boiling even. The warm liquid slithers down my throat, I can feel its passage through my oesophagus. Its warmth somehow recharges the cold edifice I have for a body. It seems to me as though my heart begins pumping blood only after I have my morning coffee.

I am not an addict, and this is not my confession. Rather I am a lover, and this is my love song. Coffee has helped me, given me companionship, been with me through sorrows and joys. It helps me control my anxieties and prohibits me from being impulsively stupid.


And perhaps I need to Thank coffee. For it has indeed saved me. Be it from deadlines, to exam anxiety. Or from sleep hangovers right before important lectures. It has also saved me,often from the consequences of killing my entire class when they ask the silliest of questions and thereby prolong lectures.

So thankyou honey! I promise to be all that you want me to be. To be yours to the best of my abilities.

Moreover, I love coffee in all her forms. Be it the expensive, commercialised Starbucks version, the fatafat street Filter coffee, the homely brew or the hostel wali electric kettle version. (This is what I live on these days) Coffee is my salvation. My cup of paradise.

One of the most expensive, yet the most heavenly cup of coffee I have had so far. @ Le chambre Rouge~Puducherry

My coffee love is pretty obvious now. Although I am not a very loyal lover Sometimes I tend to slip up and enjoy a cup of Tea as well. ( I own a great collection of exotic Teas too! Ssshhh.. don’t let her know! ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

Sometimes, I wonder if I would like to share this experience with someone. Maybe some day. Untill then, its me, my chaos and my coffee.

Hence, the name of this blog. It is difficult for me to express myself. After 10 years of suppressing the horrors and grief, letting it all out is not easy. But expression is a part of recovery.ย 

Therefore, I envision a cup of coffee next to me when I write. It need not exist literally next to me, but its metaphorical presence gives a sense of peace and quiet. Which I lack the most in life. Hence, I write “Whilst sipping coffee.”


(I raise my virtual cup of coffee in salutation towards you dear reader,the fact that I focus on you whilst being in the company of coffee displays my appretiation and gratitude)

(Do you have a favourite beverage? Do you have strong feelings of love for it? ๐Ÿ˜‰ How do you take your coffee? and What inspired the name of your blog? Let me know! )


– Fictionatrix


21 thoughts on “Coffee Love

  1. Cheers here with my cup 2 sugars and 2 cream with a lil bit of chocolate..mmmm heaven. My favorite though is a very large Kalua and cream iced with just way to many shots and I am addicted! As for my Blog’s name mmm I will have to do a blog about that some day…Work in Progress Mystical Luna Rose.

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  2. In better days, I used to call Black coffee “My dark Goddess”. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Alcohol and coffee together would be nice though. Like the man said, “Stay up and get drunk all over again!” ๐Ÿ˜€

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  3. Glad that coffee is your support system ๐Ÿ˜›
    Weird but for me, it is plain old milk. I do enjoy a cup of coffee or tea from time to time. But milk I enjoy better. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    And my blogs’ name. Let’s just say I had not even thought about it. While creating it, the name “insight07 ” popped in my head, literally. And well, here we are! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. Coffee is pretty fantastic. I take it black, even if its poor-quality coffee; mixing in cream and sugar never make it better for me.

    My drink of choice is coke zero. I can pretty much drink it continuously all day, every day. Sometimes I wonder if they really took the cocaine out of the cola.

    I named my blog after the original project I create it for. It was going to be some kind of writing/art multimedia parody of YA fiction, Harry Potter specifically. Hogwarts, Warthogs ; Frogbulls, Bullfrogs. It never really happened but I stuck with the name.

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    1. That is exactly what I feel. I believe that coffee tends to lose its uniqueness when mixed with additives like cream/sugar.
      Coke zero is a great invention. The real/normal coke seems quite sweet to me.

      Its a great blog name! I hadn’t seen the display picture of Mr. Potter.

      (My internet pseudonym (and the original name of this blog) is Fictionatrix – my idea was to write fiction/spin offs based on the H.P. universe especially Bellatrix! It never materialised, but I begun to like the name)

      Cheers fellow Potterhead!

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  5. Loved the pictures of coffee :*

    I am fond of frappรฉ…the cold coffee with velvety flavour, Though I am not its big lover as you are.
    I like it when people find love in ‘things’. Lovely post.

    Cheer up with coffee and cheer others along with it.
    Good luck with life. ๐Ÿ™‚


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    1. I may or may not have exaggerated my love for the comical effect! ๐Ÿ˜›

      Frappe’s are yumm!

      When life hits hard, and love is hard to find, the love for such little things makes it worthwhile.

      Thankyou! Wishing you the same! ๐Ÿ™‚

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