You think of taking a coffee since evening. It has been a very dull day. You somehow try to uplift yourself. But without coffee, your efforts won’t be complete. Today you want to drink extra dark coffee. Though you don’t want too much caffeine. Too much caffeine will interfere with your sleep. You decide to infuse bournville in your coffee for the darkness.

You wear on your moisturizer, it is cold outside. You start your Adventure Motorcycle. It glides on tarmac. You feel how slow other vehicles are. It is natural for your motorcycle to be quick. It takes very little time to reach the most prominent store. You search the chocolate fridge, you don’t find bournville there. You ask the vendor if it is available or not. He negates. You become aware once again that you are living in Hingoli. You rarely get bournville in Hingoli. You ask him if where could you get a bournville. He thinks for a moment and directs you to the supermarket on the far corner of the city. It has become more chilly now. Yet it takes little time to reach the supermarket. After-all you have the most powerful motorcycle in your city.

You ask the manager for bournville, he affirms. You somehow feel happy. You produce a big fat note from your wallet. While he is gathering the change, you feel a jolt of pride. You think that when you were little child, nobody gifted you even a small cadbury and now you are having an overpriced chocolate. You think you’ve earned it. You put the change in your wallet. The store manager asks if you are gifting it to someone. Nobody in Hingoli purchases this much expensive chocolate for oneself. You say no. You say to yourself that why should I tell him that this is for me only – because I am alone. You put that in your front pocket between your warm heart and cold night. You fly again, on your motorcycle.

You try to collect all the utensils required to prepare coffee. You search for your kettle. You open 3 drawers and then you find it. You search for your french press. You measure 8gm of coffee and grind it coarsely. Somehow you are now feeling that how boring this process is. If you would be doing it for your whole life – collecting utensils and things for coffee. To disguise your mood, you start your bluetooth speaker, search Rhythm Divine on your super-expensive iPhone and somehow try to uplift your mood. You put your kettle on that rusty gas burner. You try to light it in one light, but it takes three as usual. You have infused your ground coffee with hot water. You are waiting to finish the brewing time – 3 minutes and 30 seconds.

Trains of thoughts come and go, you don’t acknowledge them. You try to hide from them. You always do. You prepare the milk for frothing. You add a little bit more sugar. With all your might, you want to avoid your trains of thoughts. You are thinking of reading tonight. Time ticks and on correct 3:30 mins, you pour your coffee in your mug. You add your froth milk. You smell it first. Then you break the bournville in 4, drop them in your coffee. You take your first sip. You feel the warmth in your lungs. Your heart is still cold, it needs full mug of coffee. You drink that full coffee, sip by sip, sitting beside a bonfire, you forget about the melted bournville – until your mood lifts up on its own.

Your efforts to uplift your mood were enormous. You put on your moisturizer. You decided to spend on a silly chocolate. You rode your motorcycle super fast. You got that silly chocolate. You felt pride in purchasing it. You even listened to a beautiful song. But all efforts were in vain. Only one thing uplifted your mood, Coffee.

This is how You make a coffee on a very cold winter night.