In a world such as ours, a world where stress and struggle for survival are the order-of-the day. A world where we're coerced into doing a lot of things to make a living, what more can I do than take a sip of coffee under the radiance of the sun's ray While watching lovers pass by as I take intermittent sips in a cool quiet garden.
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A garden gorged with blooming pink, scented, vased-flowers at the centre and brown carved-out wooden tables, each with two chairs placed opposite each other, its floor covered with a green carpet like that of a football pitch While the sound of chirping birds add some lyrics to my seemingly beautiful space, plunging me into a world of fantasy, a world devoid of stress, a place where happiness dispels sadness, a place where all my heart desires are within my grasp, a place to distract me from reality, or rather, a place to distract me from myself.
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There is no such feeling as this! Anytime, anyday, I would always choose my usual outdoor garden to have my perfectly rich dark-coloured coffee laced with milk, rather than having it at home in my bed. Maybe I guess it's because home is a constant reminder of the fact that life isn't as perfect as it should —that damaged electric bulb,that empty gas cylinder, that kitchen devoid of cooking ingredients, that car without gas — all these are what comes through your mind while you have a sip of coffee at home. I guess things would have been different if I belonged to the 'rich men class' or perhaps it's just me. Well, I guess I can't really tell.
A coffee would be really good and relaxing, calming my nerves and easing my mind off the things that make me unhappy, so why would I have a drink in the same place that brings unwanted memories: memories that remind me of the fact that there's a lot I haven't done, and a piont I haven't attained in life despite all my efforts and hustle.
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All I want is to remain in my space, with a cup of warm coffee placed right in front of me while I wander in my thoughts. Perhaps that way, I would have a break from seeing the things I regret. Perhaps I could momentarily run from my struggles and escape the reality of what is and what might be.
