Coffee Bean Musings

Disclaimer: No part of narration in this blog is fictional. All characters are original and any resemblance to those living or dead is purely intentional. If you have a phobia of “I”s, “me”s, “my”s, rigmarole narrations, or heavy doses of self-praise and self-deprecation, my sincere advice is that you drop the idea of progressing to the next post and target reading a nice Jeffrey Archer novel instead (Trust me, once you’ve finished reading that book, you’ll thank your stars and me, for this warning).

To whoever has survived the tremors of my first warning, and is patient and tolerant enough to be reading this, I’m me – the coffee bean…

Who am I?

Mirrors under eyebrows!

I realized my purpose of living very late in my life… but well before it was too late. I had gone through a number of phases assuming my life’s purpose to be ranging from worrying myself stiff about a nonexistent meteoroid on its way to blow earth up into pieces, or get elected to the class monitor’s position giving it whatever it takes, or trying to prove I am intelligent to anyone who cares to notice, or merely putting others at unease.

To be honest, in the days so far, the memory has not always been a pleasant lingering image. It has, at times, been a sore wound over which I have frantically tried to pour water. There have been moments which had simply stumped me, leaving me groping for some way to get out of the gloom. There have also been moments which have made me wonder if there really was a guardian angel hovering over my head, waving a magic wand. There have been simple yet remarkable delights, and a dose of cursed incidents.

There have been times when I have wanted to laugh from the depth of my belly out of sheer joy, and times when I had wanted to wrench the Face of my Creator off His Neck! There have been lessons I had learnt the hard way, and some that I learnt with a smile on my face.

But to narrate it all needs a generous supply of organized patience of the mind, and since this is something I have always lacked – both the patience and the mind, to the agony of many, I have put in the best of my efforts to make reading my blog easy, as easy as it would be for you to follow. Everything in the world usually begins with a dawn and the consequences of impactful changes… and so does my story begin – with a sunrise, a celebration, and a little luck.

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