As humans, there’s always one that one thing we wish to have with us through our lives. This is the story of my fondest bond. The story of Coffee and I.

A story that began even before I was born.

I owe the coffee connection in my life to my great grandfather. He owned a coffee estate in the small town of Dindigul, which he later sold. But like all love stories, coffee found it’s way back into my family. My grandad opened up a coffee vending business bringing coffee back into my life.

But what's a love story without twists?

Destiny made my dad choose a different career. If you’re thinking this is where we part ways then you are wrong. I was eleven and my lack of concentration in studies forced my parents to enroll me for tuitions and that was my first meeting with coffee.

There was something about it which I felt deep inside while I drank coffee, amidst studies. Now that I had experienced the taste of it and I was not going to give it up. Coffee soon became a part of my routine life.

I became even more of a brat when I entered high school. So, my parents enrolled me in a boarding school. This was the first timers my life that I stayed away from my family and if you haven't stayed away from family let me tell you the first thing that you will miss the most is home-cooked food.

By now you would have figured out that the food was terrible and so the morning beverage was the only choice to make sure your taste buds don't die and I was given a choice between coffee and Horlicks.

It's obvious by now that I chose coffee and that's how this companionship grew as I grew.

Yours,

Shasha