Kissa ek coffee ka

Usually it is over coffee that I socialise at work place. Being not much of a coffee drinker, rarely do I go for it by myself but after downing a heavy meal complete with a generous helping of tayir saadam in the end, to head for the coffee counter seemed just the right thing to do. Unarmed with my trusted friends who explain my requirements with their carefully chosen words in tamil, I felt a little vulnerable but really how tough can it be to explain that I want light coffee: cheenee baraabar, doodh zyaada, coffee kum. Me (feeling all tense): Saar, coffee. Strong kunjon kamee. Coffee guy raised his eyebrows giving me what would surely qualify as an approving yes-of-course look. I immediately felt reassured and started my hunt in the various flaps of my purse to find the coffee receipt. Aah there it was and I reach for my coffee. I don't know what went wrong, perhaps saar didn't like my sentence construction or he thought kunjon and kamee cancel each other out, but there it was staring at me, a dark, potent cup of coffee. It must have been the general feeling of well being induced by the tayir saadam that I didn't put up any protest, sat and did the now-in-glass-next-in-bowl mixing, took a few sips of the liquid and dutifully remained on a coffee high ever after.