In Appreciation…….. of the simple pleasures of life…

Zeena Singh For Eastern Mirror Sunday

Hello folks,

I believe that life has so much to give if only we cared to give a little thought to the most minuscule of joys (which we’d find so much of) only if we’d stop looking at the looming discomforts and discontents.
So here I am, to share with you the simplest joys in my life as I have experienced some time in my life and those that I take as I face each day, at a time.

One of My favourite Delights-

Picks me up in my moments of lows and listlessness; Fills me with comforting warmth when I am cold and lonesome; Perks up my thinking with alacrity; always available morning noon or night sharing my little victories and my biggest defeats – My Cup of Coffee! My favourite!
Whether I want a little or a Lot of it, whether I need it Strong or Mild, whether Hot or Cold, it’s there doing what it best does, cheering me on, at work or leisure.My closer acquaintance with coffee began some time on the job, when a ready cup waited for me every single morning as part of Office perks. It stood there waiting to begin its work as soon as I would take my first sip of it. Irrelevant of whether I really wanted it or not, it turned out to be a definite need, an uplifting source of warmth for my freezing fingers and grey cells numbed by the blast of chilled temperature from the air-conditioning.
Ever heard of a Sunday headache? I had developed one. Before long, much earlier than I could realise, I discovered my attachment to coffee was not a healthy one. The one day off work, was my worst day ever. I missed my coffee so. The signs and symptoms were not good. I was hooked. The decision was made. Gently I eased and distanced myself from the cup.
I missed my source of warmth. Where could I defrost?
Could something else placate the lack?
Soon my mornings were spent with hands cupped around another.
This time round it was a Cup of TEA.
Warmth radiated, and I began to melt. However my joy was but short-lived. I noticed that I could hardly ever sip my way through to the end of the cup. The comfort would almost always end half- way through. The cold would creep in quicker than expected.
Surely all did not have to be helplessly hopeless did it?
Years rolled by and I got on quite alright with other hot drinks, like Cocoa and Hot Chocolate too. My cupboard shelves housed and accommodated every one of them – them that filled in my much sought need and want of a supply of warmth.
Here, I pause. I pause to take a deep breath, because it is here that I must disclose that all along, I had not lost my contact with coffee entirely. The ties were loosened but not severed. Whenever given a choice, I would more often than not make a bee-line for coffee, almost always making it my preference out of the others offered. All this was done in full conscious awareness and deliberate attempt at not allowing it to come closer than I would be comfortable.
And now? Now, I cannot even state precisely what exactly happened, but guess what?
It’s COFFEE EVERY MORNING!!
To come forth with the truth, I have to say that despite all my endeavours of keeping it at arms distance, to my own astonishment it has snuck in, finding its way to the top.
What about my Sunday headaches you say??? I am doubly astounded at the revelation that they don’t exist.
Right at this moment, as I put to writing, my sentiment, the aromatic waft of my coffee brew drifts up from my cup at hand and I close my eyes, look heavenward and whisper a ‘thank you’ for the little delightful treats that He sends our way.

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