Cappuccino !!

One shot of expresso and milk?
no...thats not cappuccino...
for me a cappuccino is a cup full of memories - not that i am not a decently sociable person...i mean apart from those horrid gossip sessions that i abhor...im okay with chit chat and the kinds..but once in a fortnight i need to simply take off - cut myself away from all my connections - friends, family, aquaintaines and all that reminds me of my social identity...so i go...
go to the nearest coffee shop...order a cappuccino (was there a better beverage yet invented?...:)...and immerse myself in an introspective mode...with a think novel maybe - and if the weather is such then i may just be accompanied with my tattered old book of poetry that i picked from a garage sale for a almost nothing - yet for me it is irreplacable and indispensible!...and then i read...
it is amazing how a those 2 hours in solitariness can be so cathartic...
and there is always...cappuccino...
every page is usually flipped , followed with a sip...every sip of that warm substance that warms my throat and pampers my tasebuds to the most divine flavour called coffee...
i think coffee is the best invention yet - living without it seems almost near to impossible now...
sometimes when im not reading - im moody - then i like to observe...
people around me ...women who walk in hanging onto their male counterpart's arm - oh its deplorable how needy they can pretend to look - and i should hardly be using the word "counterpart"...they just make them seem so ..ehh...superior - its repulsively disgusting! ...then there r the very occasional families - whiny children -and all that i can manage to think of is - what juvenile elitism...when i was a child, i did not know of a world beyond my mothers kitchen-whipped cold coffee-and here they r...ordering mocha surprise with double icecream and extra chocolate sauce and all that jazz - its criminal to spend a hundred bucks on one glass of coffee - why, i'd much rather stick to my "sasta-and-tikau" cappuccino!!
i also look around at the strange species that sometimes saunter in - to me they definately dont look human - they r caked with makeup, elevated in pink heels and squeezed out of their breath ...how can they wear those skin carressing zing-bang pieces of garments anyway?...they also dont sound human - their blabber is full of unintelligible ranter - superficial chat - nothing that is even slightly enriching... - well sometimes i am amused - sometimes just sorry - may favourite word these days is what i always use to describe them - "victims of the society"...!
cappuccino is a source to my thought processes...the froth is just the beginning...every sip i take brings me closer to the remaining dregs and grains of the coffebeans...everytime i reach that, i feel like a new chapter has been drafted out and preserved in my head - that draft contains so much - a fortnight full of scattered thoughts are gathered, put in order and put away...now when i need to delve back to relive the times that have passed me by or start another chapter yet... i just have to go to the counter and say the three golden words ..."One cappuccino please!"