with all the rain outside it is terribly cold in the house and with my little fever, throat infection I am feeling more gloomy…morning when my dad and Asha gave a call I sounded terrible due to weakness and then I pulled some strength from some where and got my self ready. I logged in for the work, fetched some light lunch and trying to make my day a cheerful one.
The rain doesn’t seem to stop and I felt like drinking a cup of coffee, the challenging part will be going to the coffee shop which is half a kilometer away. I decided to make coffee at home and I ventured out into the rain covering my head with a cap and wearing a jacket, I was able to get some milk and coffee powder in a near by store which is 200mters away from my house and I came home quickly as downpour of rain is becoming much heavier minute by minute. While I was returning home I lost my way and someone on the road helped me out.
Challenging part will be to make the coffee, I lost touch with cooking and I never tried in last 6months. After losing vision in my right eye I can’t use the benefit of little eye sight which helped me more than once, so I got to the work with the art of touch. I was able to identify the vessel I require, found the match box AND got started…Every thing fell into the place perfectly until I found problem placing the vessel exactly on the fire and I used a spoon to find the positioning of the vessel and rectified. Through the help of sound I was able to know that milk has reached its boiling point and I put enough into a glass to prepare my coffee. I added coffee powder and honey as there is no sugar in house.
Finally coffee is ready and when I tasted it I felt a moment of joy and euphoria running in my blood. I know this is a small task but to do all this process I took nearly 30minutes and each minute I have to give my full attention at each level of preparation. as write this post taste of coffee still lingers in my mouth….