To begin with...
The finest coffee, they say comes from Ethiopia but I make
sure that it is brewed in my kitchen. I like my morning coffees divine and
no less. A “ divine” coffee is not so bitter and rightly acidic. It delivers a long-enduring aftertaste of the
coffee beans and the slow release of
aromatic compounds that continue for up to next 20 minutes. Also, it should be
warm enough to activate my senses for the day that lies ahead.
While forcefully feeding myself on boiled eggs, I scroll
down my Instagram account in the quest of catching up with the updates. However
to my disappointment not much has been updated the whole time the country was
seemingly asleep. This early morning let down to my mood has not however
stopped me from wasting a few more minutes of my life and I continue to stare
at my phone screen with my fingers assisting the stalking activity.
The January cold has
failed to force the offices to shut down. I know it is a very extreme measure
that I am suggesting but right now my brain is in my knees who are currently
on bad terms with the Lahore winters. For a 26 year old to complain about knee pain
is often redirected to the lack of exercise. On the contrary it could be because
they need to be kept warm for as long as they want under a warm, cozy blanket. Doesn’t
the world see that?!
As soon as I shut the car door, my driver feels his duty to
turn on the radio which airs the most uncomfortable Lollywood songs at this time
of the day. My only escape is to adjust my ear pods and turn on my own music
junk.
To my left and to my right, all I see are zombie sleep-deprived faces on
the road heading to earn some bugs only
to ruin their sleep again the next day.
Before I could finish choreographing a dance routine on Sean
Paul’s new release in my head, a familiar office building already awaited to
welcome me inside. The building in which
I will be wasting my next 8 hours and help the company to grow at the expense
of my own afternoon nap.
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