I am zipping my lips on this for the time being.
My sleep derived brain so blindly in love with coffee...yet and yet...I can go miles, swoon for nights, crave for years...god! you should watch me make those puppy faces in front of my "no-loving" mother, drop artificial tears, invoke dramatic tantrums, just for a cup of Hot brewing "Bru", each Sunday afternoon. Can't Blame, I can win all sniffing races, competitions and tournaments, if you replace the meat for a cup of hot coffee as the bait.
and just in case, if you are wondering as to why a wanderer is going weak in the knees, even if it is not yet time for her to appear in font of her mother and recreate the dramatic hullabaloo...Simply because, I spend an gracious sultry, crowded unimpressive, pre festive afternoon with none other than
Yet to get over the
mouth watering taste!