Drinking coffee was never my favorite thing. I have always been a tea person. I drink at least four cups of tea everyday, and I drink one huge mug full of tea every evening. Tea has always been my favorite drink. Even on fancy outings, I prefer to drink iced tea rather than drinking any soft drink. It’s not that I don’t drink coffee at all. But I don’t drink coffee until I’m in dire need of staying up at night. (Such occasions do no arise as often anymore since I left college.) Neither is it, some sort of hate or dislike. Somehow, I always found myself more comfortable with tea.
But someday, somehow, everyone faces transition. Transition from school to college. From one role to the other. Somewhere in life, you realize that some things should be changed. No, no, no ... if you think that happened to me, then you are wrong. I never realized that coffee is cooler than the tea, but I did drink it anyhow to keep him company without realizing that I had made a big mistake. Well, the way it happened was all a bit too innocent. Let me recall the exact details ...
It was dull Thursday. The day that says, it’s still not near the weekend. Thursday is the day that is the toughest to pass. You have this nagging feeling that you have to be in office for just another one day and then you can retire to the lounging bliss of weekend, but still you can’t stop the work, as the clock simply refuses to move ahead. I find Thursdays are the worst days of all the week and the slowest to pass. So, getting back to story. It was a Thursday. I was busy in office work, in a frenzy to finish the task at hand, as I was to go halfway across the town to attend some quality related training sessions. (What a wonderful bliss—making a dumb day duller.) First a quality related training and then half way across the city on top of it on a Thursday. Wow, what more can I ask from a blood sucking IT company of mine? So I was rushing through the day.
