Journal

I am penning this down as I sit at the checkered round table at Starbucks, enjoying (choking down) a cup of nice hot (lukewarm) latte with the rain falling outside.

I have read somewhere that a cup of coffee or tea in the morning actually provides the body with more antioxidants than any other super pill is able to. A cup of black coffee gives three times the amount of antioxidants in a hundred grams of lettuce, it claims.

The article was sponsored by The Coffee Bean; no surprise there. Elder sister would have loved it though - she is one of the most avid (fanatical) coffee drinkers I have ever known in the past eighteen years of my life here on earth.

I saw her coming down the stairs at half past noon. "Good morning," I greeted her. She grunted in reply and disappeared into the kitchen, then emerged a minute later with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

At half past one I felt my stomach grumbling. "Hey," I turned to her, "Wanna go for lunch?"

She looked at me as though I just asked her, "Hey, what do you think if we storm into NASA headquarters and declare that the earth is not only flat, it is actually yellow in color!" (as hinted by a Beatles' song about a submarine)

"I'm drinking my coffee," she said, as though she was telling me the meaning of life and all existence on earth.

Which, knowing her, could have been the truth as far as she is concerned.