Fresh coffee, old memories and new starts

It is one thing to remember the past fondly, and quite another to be stuck in it. And I do have a habit of the latter. 

I remember, when I finished school, I didn't think I could live without my best friends. But when I left home town to study engineering in another city, I met new people and made my next set of best friends. I was sure I would lose them when we finished college. And for a while I did. And for that period I was heart broken. 

But I was yet to be introduced to some more people, who would play a big role in my life, especially to make me feel at home in a foreign country. For a good part of the next three years these new people became my family in the UK. Needless to say, when the time came for each of us to part ways, it was not easy. 

And then the other day (just happened to be the day when Indian media celebrates friendship day), while I was sitting in a cafe in Soho (Flat White), with yet another set of friends, who I have grown quite close to in recent times, I could not help being a bit overwhelmed by a warm fuzzy feeling. 

And all those friends, who I left behind at many different crossroads of my life, I realised I haven't really lost them. I may not see most of them over long periods, or speak to them even, but the strong invisible connection with them never goes away. When I meet them after years, time seems to automatically rewind and the cracks start filling up quite quickly.

All of them (including those who will become one of them in future) enrich my life constantly. I may not pick up the phone and tell you all this in fact it is very unlikely I will ever say a single mushy sentence to your face - but you know me, and you know how I feel.

And speaking of friends of the future, I have recently started an endeavour with a couple of my new found friends. Each of us love to write but needed a bit of motivation to do so more often. 

For a while I had stopped publishing my fictional works to the public domain, but have decided to post the new ones here. All three of us have a very different writing style, and I am hoping that will make it more interesting for the readers. Go take a look here, if you are interested and let us know what you think.

And with that, I shall get out of my cave (bed) and give Sunday a chance :) See you all soon.

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Escapism

There is a huge backlog of things that I need to do in my personal life. A friend of mine has lost her loved one, and although she has been in my thoughts and I have cried feeling her loss,I haven't told her how I feel. Somehow it is difficult for me to express my thoughts and feelings in person and especially more so, when people are geographically far apart. I also haven't replied/spoken to a few other friends for quite some time though I have been meaning to, yet each time I sit down to write, I am at a loss of words.

I hope this is a temporary thought block and I wanted to at least make a start at amendments by updating this space. Arguably there is not much to update on the coffee front. But then sometimes I don't want to write about a cafe, I want to share a real coffee with a friend. 

The last one I shared was in London (Le pain quotidien) with a few friends. And for a little while, I almost forgot how miserable it was outside. (One of those weekends where it rains non stop for the entire period!)

The rest of my free time (which has been rather rare) I have spent escaping from reality. And because I always come up with different ways to escape from reality, this time I chose to bake cakes. Now those few who know me, will know that working in the kitchen is not exactly my strong point. Yet sometimes doing something absolutely out of character helps me relax and even take my mind off the otherwise sinking feeling.

First on my list was the 'Date and Walnut cake'.

And then, the Three milk cake (or as the Mexican would say - Pastel de tres leches).

Both were amateur attempts at creating something which certain special people have made for me in the past. Both go very well indeed with some nice hot coffee on the side.

Finally, I guess there is only a limit to which one can try to escape from reality. Past has a way of catching up with the present. Sooner or later we have to deal with our own sense of loss and failure. 

I have realised that moving on is not a switch, but a very slow process of distracting ourselves with temporary immediate achievements to be able to live with the permanent sense of loss.

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