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Daily Ritual – Daily Doses of Caffeine and Magic!

Everyone has a routine, who doesn’t? So, for the WordPress Daily Prompt Just Another Day, it was really obvious what would I be blabbering about. Two of my favorite things in the world, Coffee and Harry Potter.

Coffee charmed me her hypnotic ways very recently. Growing up, my attitude towards coffee was apathetic, but I am guessing because I never had the exposure to charms of a fresh brew of these enchanting beans, getting an occasional taste of dull instant coffee because well, like all good kids, I grew up drinking milk. There was no mystic surrounding it either. Well, coffee is only coffee right? Brown, bitter that’s it. Also, student life was blissful without the rigors of professional life. Who needs coffee, I could get up, go through my morning routine and appear for a class with a simple breakfast and a glass of milk. Then, life brought me to Southern India, where coffee isn’t just a drink, it’s a vibe. Wafting smells of filter coffee from the neighboring houses, the whiffs of this magical potion wafting from the streetside eateries mingled with a fragrance of jasmine buds, washed and kolam adorned courtyards, its was as captivating for me as Narnia! And like a good girl, I took my first steps into Dosa Making and Kaapi brewing. I am blabbering away in the wrong direction again. Where does this fit into my routine? Well, coffee, or Kaapi, as we call it here in Namma Bengaluru, is my fix of cheer, especially on the mornings of sleep deprivation. I mostly brew myself a cup at least thrice a week, but even if I don’t grab a tumbler at home, I have to have a dose as soon as I reach my workplace. Oh, I forgot to tell you, we don’t do a cup of joe, here in Bengaluru. We raise our Davaraas of Kaapi to life!

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I look at the empty editor screen and stare it for a while. The frothy filter kaapi in the davara, which was beaming at me a while ago with all the froth on the top, is now throwing sad glances at me, intermittently mocking me for being a coward. As if crying out loud, “For heaven’s sake, its only the first post on your blog!”  I furiously try to think how I am going to start my first post. I type a sentence and scratch delete it out. I repeat it a couple of times more. I feel scared, like the day when I interviewed at a place for my first corporate job. Or the one when I first stood in front of 60 odd students with their faces staring at me, scrutinizing me and wondering how to break the ice with them. Or that first coffee date I had with TH. And then I just take a deep breath, close your eyes and dive in. After a lot of procrastination and hand-wringing, as I type this words, a soothing feeling takes over. Because beginnings are always nervous for me, but once I get over them, everything gets better and everything falls in place. Touchwood! So, here’s to the hope of writing my heart out in future! Amen!