Truly, Madly, Deeply ...

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Hmmm... 
Love at first sight?  
So it was.  
Steaming hot,  
Smelled divine,  
With such refreshing vibes.

All it took was one meet—  
And I was done.  
Taken for eternity,  
Or at least this lifetime.

My charmer,  
My mood-lifter,  
My therapist,  
My comforter...  
The names are many.  
Such is the measure of joy  
I feel in this presence.

Call it cheesy.  
Call it flattery.  
Call it cliché.  
Call it hype.  
But to me,  
This is no passing phase—  
It’s an eternal bond.

The love we share  
Has only grown stronger,  
Deeper  
Over the years.  
A relationship I wouldn’t trade,  
No matter what’s at stake.

It’s the balance,  
The quiet perfection,  
That makes it feel unreal.  
The blend of dark and light,  
Of sweet and bitter,  
Thick and thin,  
Warmth and chill.  

And if you're lucky—  
This is bliss in a tumbler.  
An indulgence.  
A surrender.  
A healing.  
One sip at a time.

Uff!

Wait…  
Did I just say sip?

Oh yes—  
You heard me right.

This is a love letter  
To my life-saver,  
A hot cup of frothy, strong filter coffee ( Strictly South Indian! ) —  
The one who’s stood the test of time.


The joy begins even before the first taste—  Watching it being made  
Is bliss in motion.  

Hot, steaming milk  
Pours into thick, dark decoction,  
A touch of sugar stirred in  
Inside a brass tumbler,  
Losing its old color,  
Adorning a new one.

The liquid rises—  
Frothy and hot,  
With a heavenly aroma.  

Not too hot, not too cold,  
Not too sweet, not too bland,  
Not too strong, not too light,  
Not too thick, not too thin,  
Not too milky, not too watery...  

Hmm…  
Just right.
It’s all about balance—  
Remember.

A gentle mix with the brass dabara,  
And you’re all set  
To dive into the goodness  
Of this rich, earthy elixir.

As the aroma fills your being,  
You sip the hot liquid and—  
Slurp!
It dances across your taste buds,  
Spreading warmth through every nerve,  
Fueling your soul  
With newfound energy.

One sip after another,  
You linger in this sacred ritual,  
Dwelling in its beauty,  
Soaking in its comfort.

And when you’re done,  
You exhale deeply—  
Eyes closed,  
Heart full,  
Ready to take on the world anew.

Uff !
This has to be 'Somras'—  
Divine nectar at hand’s reach.  
What more could one need  
To revive the spirit?

Love at first sight?  
Nah…  
This is  
Truly, madly, deeply—  
My forever love.

My filter coffee.

P.S. Strictly South Indian, please!

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Author's Note:

A tribute to the one love that’s stayed strong, one sip at a time.

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