I’ve always believed that whenever I meet people over a cup of coffee, I bond incredibly well. Yes, you may refer to coffee as my lady luck. 😉 Talking about seasons, July has always been a month of surprises. The scorching heat surprisingly turns into a beautiful rainy day. Who can resist a cup of coffee on a rainy day? Something similar happened on the first day of my college. It was 9:30 AM, the class had just gathered for the first time. It was all about the introduction to the college, B-school study material, the batch mates and the coffee culture.
Friendship with a cup of coffee
Suddenly, it started raining. We were interacting with each other. In the next moment, a girl suggested seeing the most important place of the campus, the canteen. In the next fifteen minutes, we were into the huge airy canteen. It was on the 7th floor of the college. The city looked beautiful from such a height. One of the guys suggested having a cup of coffee.
“Which one would you like, Latte or cappuccino?” asked the canteen owner. However, I had no idea about the types.
“Give me whatever is the best, Uncle,” said one of them. It was around 11:30 PM, when we had coffee.
As our coffee brewed, our conversation with strangers grew. Little did we know that after the conversation we would end up adding some good friends. We concluded the conversation around 3 o’clock in the afternoon and to my surprise. I had a group of five people (3 boys and 2 girls) on the very first day of college. After a week, two members of the group were shifted to another section. It was really tough to say goodbye.
Those walls of the classroom couldn’t divide us. We used to meet every morning, between lectures and breaks. Needless to say, after college hours, we used to chit chat for hours. The canteen owner was in his late 50s and was a gentleman. He often used to share his incidents, life stories and words of wisdom with us. Sooner, the canteen owner was well known to our order, he used to keep our coffee ready in the break. During the vacation, he would often call us.
Whenever we used to fret about those assignment submissions and hectic schedules, he used to explain to us the importance of those little things. Years slipped by and nothing could create differences amongst the five of us.
Sometimes goodbye is the only way
With a sip of coffee and our coffee culture, we were living our lives. Moreover, we solved our problems like a team. The five of us were very emotional. We did encounter personal, professional and academic problems in the span of three years. We shared every problem with each other on that very table of the canteen over the cups of coffee. Just like the trees shed leaves during autumn, the time comes when we have to leave our friends after the right season. And to our disappointment, this time it was our turn.
We were about to bid goodbye to the faculties, the campus, the canteen, the coffees and most importantly, the canteen owner. I personally loved the canteen owner. He had taught me things that couldn’t be taught in the four walls of the classroom. He taught us to handle personal struggles.
It was the day of our farewell. We were all dressed up in formal attire, seeing the majority of the people for the last time. We met every faculty after the celebration and decided to visit all the favorite spots of the college. I captured everything in my camera so that I could relive my college days.
Coffee Culture: My love for canteen
In the next moment, one of the group members suggested visiting the most important part of our coffee culture, the canteen. As soon as we entered the canteen, the canteen owner welcomed us with his arms wide open and tears in his eyes. He said he was waiting for all of us with six cups of coffee. Six? I murmured. “Let us all have coffee together this one last time!” he said in a choked voice.
“All of you have always respected me the way nobody ever did. This would be the hardest farewell for me. I hope at least I made you learn the difference between a latte and a cappuccino,” said uncle.
“You even made us learn the difference between surviving and living,” one of my friends truly replied.
“How much uncle?” I asked
“Today I don’t want to be paid in cash. I want to be paid by getting a photo clicked with you all. I hope I don’t run into a loss with this deal” said uncle.
Click! The camera captured all of us.
The teenage turned into adulthood, the mornings turned into night.
The young, carefree individuals turned into responsible individuals
The casual attire then turned into formal full suite today
The beginnings came towards an end
Oh, I so wish the coffee on the first day didn’t end.