#Everyday Inspiration, Day Eleven: A cup of Coffee

Day Eleven : A cup of coffee

“A Virtual Coffee Date,”

If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell my daughter stories of my childhood and my naughty brothers, first I’d let her get some coffee and a piece of that delicious cake which only exists in, ‘Second Cup.’

I will tell her a few anecdotes about how we were when we were little. I’d tell her about my two older brothers who  sneaked  into the pantry to  steal food one day. They hid behind the door of the pantry, and waited for our servant to lay the cooked food on the table. Once the food was  laid on the table and the servant left,they  tip-toed in  and grabbed some food. They didn’t have time to eat because my other brother who I thought  was coming for the same reason  changed his mind when he saw them,  instead he grabbed their hands  and marched off with them to show my mother what those two were up to.

Mom was not finished cooking yet she was in the  kitchen, when she turned around she saw  the three of them, two of them with their hands full of food.Mom figured out by seeing two of her sons with  food and the third one,  bringing them  with their wrists tied, the scene was comical. My  mom  knew what had happened, she nearly passed out  laughing. I watched the whole thing and could not believe mom did not punish them. 🙂

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Writing 101, Day Ten: Update your readers over a cup of coffee

Today’s assignment: Write an update post in the form of a virtual coffee date.

Or

*Set your poem or short story in a cafe.

Or

*Go to your neighborhood spot with your laptop or notebook and free-write for 20 minutes, prompted by what you observe.

Or

*Love or hate coffee ? Tell us why.

I think, “Love or hate coffee” is one I’d like to write about.

I do not love coffee and I do not hate it either.

Here is why. I was introduced to tea at a very early age. Maybe because I come from a country where tea is popular, because it’s grown there. We export it to countries all over the world. It’s the main reason coffee was not imported in our countries for a long time.

Now because of the people of  my country travel a lot( Bangladesh). They have tasted it out of curiosity, some feel it tastes good, some think it’s not that tasty, they like it since it’s available all over the world and it makes them feel special and cool.It’s for this reason coffee is available in Bangladesh, but it’very expensive, compared to tea. The stores charge a lot of money for coffee mainly to discourage the inhabitants to pick up the habit of drinking coffee instead of tea.

For me nothing about it makes me want to drink it, since it is stylish, and the phrase, “Let’s go for coffee,” does not attract my attention.

I’m a creature of habit, I’ve had tea, since I started going to school. Rain or shine I had my cup of tea. It is one drink I love and am not about to desert it for something else, such as coffee, hot chocolate or any kind of juice. It’s all about pleasure in my case, the only drink that provides it is tea.

When someone visits our house first thing I’d say is, “Cha khaben?”( would you like a cup of tea?)To these same people if I say, “Coffee khaben?”( would you like a cup of coffee?)

Their response would be, “kee bollen?”( What did you say?)

It would mean so you have forgotten your roots. It is part of our culture. For me it’s part of my habit. I cannot think of replacing tea for coffee.