I recently met a boy. I think he likes me. But then, I think a lot of things- including that one day I will be as tall as Deepika Padukone.
Anyway. So back to this boy. I was telling him, about this other boy who asked me out for coffee, and he said “”coffee is never JUST COFFEE”.
That rang a bell. Not because he was right in this case (it was in fact just coffee), however, because in my case it has been a lot more.
Let me start by telling you, I wasn’t a big coffee drinker until mid-last year. But as this year unfolded and I became anew, I developed not just a taste for coffee but a relationship with it. I didn’t realize how slowly it took over tea and has now made a place for it, in my heart.
It started off when I moved back to Islamabad, this city with all its isolating familiarity and a sum total of two remaining friends and no job, I decided to leave my house in the afternoons, after I was done with my writing.
I call that trip “walking the dog” lovingly, only I am the dog. It was my time-out, my dress-up and go see people time.
It started off with me sitting in coffee shops, sometime with a book, other times with a cat. What might seem like a lonely state, slowly became my most therapeutic, favorite activity of the day.
Slowly I figured which places I like more than other too.
I also figured which coffee works best for which time!
An Americano for the days you want to think more about conquering the world, a latte for the times you need a hug, a cold coffee for the times the “boy asks you out for coffee”- it’s just daintier, no?
Slowly, as the blocks inside me realigned, so did the blocks outside me. I found a job. I met new people. Made new friends.
My afternoon coffee still happens. I dress up, I go out, sit under the winter sun and sip coffee as we talk about the numerous boys who ask us out, for coffee and whether it is , just coffee 😉