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Coffee with Rancour

The compulsive drinker of coffee does assimilate quite a good percentage of rancour. Especially if one is exposed to hostile weather conditions the caffeine content does induce a 'deviant' kick which to some is soothing to the 'other' some motivates to work (exercises muscles). There is no obvious stimulant for the brain as is imagined by some experts.

Honestly the three distinct types of coffee drinkers are either dull or over-excited.

Type A > Keeps prodding or plodding over a familiar work with rigour

Type B > Loves to smile and gush with idle chat with stunning expressions

Type C > a 'Zombie' who attains a morose look but likes the rumble in the tummy


Do I like the drink?

Since college days to my early years of marriage, coffee always stood out as a better option to other drinks. Well, tea, soft drinks, cocktails, mocktails etc were never so alluring. Hard drinks were avoided for the simple reason that they entail beastliness that is unforgivable. Gradually, the 'better option' loses lustre for the simple reason that it is taxing on the bladder. At least two litres of plain water is required to flush out coffee. No exaggeration it is proven that coffee creates this natural urge to consume water which does support dehydration, so best suited for tropical climate.

Thirst for coffee hardly quenches

I always felt that is an adult drink but when I turned to consume it in adulthood, it left only bitterness at the back of the tongue. How can something bitter be soothing? The coffee seeds in every sapling are the most demanding of plants - a waterprint study shows it requires 140 litres of water to bring one cup of coffee to your table! Besides the cool climate and slopy terrain this sapling consumes more gallons of water compared to its poor cousin - tea -  which consumes merely 35 litres of water. So, do you feel that excessive thirst after a good cup of coffee. That explains.

Say no to coffee ....you will feel better

Never has a day gone dissatisfied without coffee. It is almost a decade and a half without coffee and I do feel better. However, I do indulge in a cup or two of tea.

Reverting to the 'rancour' that is generated in coffee drinkers is well-observed and above all a dissipated longing that fills the gap when the drinker craves for that cup of 'rancour'.

Rancour or no, a piece of advice which should not run like water over a duck's back. Coffee is avoidable.

PS: Can see CCD chasing me to Hades. 

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