On Putting out 2 Cups

He is the early riser. He wakes up much before me, wakes up the boys and gets things going for our hectic morning routine. He wakes me up at the very last minute possible to help with dropping the boys at school.

If you are wondering “What the heck do you do around the house in the morning?”, I got a very good answer for that.

My valuable contribution in the morning is making 2 hot cups of coffee and sharing, albeit hurriedly, it with him.

Since he is traveling today, I had to drag myself out of bed and help the boys get ready.

I put out two cups and started pouring coffee in them… and then paused… laughing at myself and my wacko morning neuro-muscular memory.

My morning coffee sharer is only a few 1000 miles away. And, my brain is on autopilot trying to pour his coffee.

Jokes apart….here is to all the people who make our mornings just a tad bit easier… with the little and big things they do to support us.

Here is to the Kumar-like-morning-riser in your life and to the Kumar in my life. Hug your early riser on my behalf.

Here is to this beautiful morning that we were fortunate enough to rise to.

 

On Coffee

Starbucks represents something beyond a cup of coffee. –  Howard Schultz

I wake up some mornings and sit and have my coffee and look out at my beautiful garden, and I go, ‘Remember how good this is. Because you can lose it. – Jim Carrey

I am tired. You can tell from my eyes.

I had almost forgotten how much peace lies in the corner of a Starbucks coffee shop and how much of my spirit I can replenish with just half a cup of coffee.

Coffee & Chai

Friends are the most precious. Put those precious friends together with chai and coffee and you get a killer combination.

Coffe and Chai - Ambal Balakrishnan

On Friday afternoon, I was busy running errands. I stopped by to pick up Ari and his friend from my friend Shalu’s place and take them to a birthday party. To fuel me for the rest of the evening, Shalu gave me a cup filled with chai.

Today morning, I had to get up in the wee hours of the morning to accompany my gang for a video shoot on a lakefront. My buddy Venu gave me a togo cup of fresh brewed coffee..which helped tremendously with my grogginess.

I know what you are thinking – “She is such a spoilt brat”.

You are absolutely right.

Happy Weekend Y’all!

Thriving on Coffee

I grew up in a household, where I possibly tasted coffee even when I was in my Amma’s womb.

The smell of coffee pervaded the kitchen all day along.
As guests came in and out…..the entire household got a cup of coffee.
As if that wasn’t enough, next door Mamis also made awesome filter coffees. So, I grew up tasting different flavors of coffee since I was a child.

Amma’s (mom’s) coffee.
Mami’s (aunt’s) coffee.
Patti’s (Grandma’s) coffee.
Chitthi’s (aunt’s) coffee.
Athai’s (aunt’s)coffee.

Each of them made coffee with so much love and care and specially served it to me with lots of foam on the top.

For several years after we got married, he didn’t drink coffee.
Because, he didn’t grow up in a household which fed him coffee.

All marriages go through a “on the rocks” phase in the first few years. Ours did too for several reasons…including the coffee issue.
He didn’t understand why I needed coffee at 6am, 10am, at 3pm and sometimes again at 6pm. He refused to stop the car at coffee shops on road trips. When I get in a rage about cofffee..unthinkable happenings happen. So, it is a mystery how he is still alive. But, let us save that “love leads to patience” story for another day.

Anyways, fast forward a few years.

His colleagues (no, I didn’t bribe them) slowly got him accustomed to go out for coffee during the afternoons.

And now, when he leaves works, he calls, catches up with me on how my day went and comes home to share a cup of coffee with me.

Now, I know what some of you’ll are going to say – “He always meets you far beyond the middle ground….for everything. Now, coffee too? When is the last time you made peace and met him at the mid-way point.”

I would like to answer that question with some expletives. But, I got to run now because he is yelling “Yenga di coffee?” (English Transaltion: Where is my coffee?).