Here, in CCD

When things go wrong, I’m here. When they are exactly the way I want them to be, I’m here. When I need to gossip, I’m here. When I need to be alone, I’m here. I’m here when I celebrate. I’m here when I repent. I’m here when I’m sane. I’m here when I’m drunk. Yeah, more often than not, I’m here, in CCD.

I don’t remember the initiation, but I’m incredibly thankful to whoever first brought me here. I have no idea of when we first made such a plan, but we certainly don’t need to prepare now. I’ve refused not-so-lucrative job offers, but I shall never say no to a session here. No matter how my day starts, I have a habit of finishing it off here, in CCD.

To be frank, I’m no coffee-addict; the only coffee in the day is what I have here. I still choose my drink from a few options (Vegan Shake / Café Frappe / Cappuccino, in general), and am dodgy about trying something unconventional. I have not yet mastered the art of calling and talking to waiters and I might still stutter while placing a bulk order in English. I generally live on borrowed money and have to goad people into treating me. Yet, I simply love to be here, in CCD.

I guess I developed an instant liking for the place. Gradually, I started discovering more and more opportunities to be here. From opportunities, I started to look for excuses. Now, I don’t need an excuse, I know that I just have to be here, in CCD.

No place has ever impacted my life like this. From formation to expression, most of my opinions have to go through the coffee-couch combination. Most of the decisions in my life, and important ones at that, have got the coffee-cheers approval. And some of my closest friends have stood the test of time here, in CCD.

No surprises therefore, for mindless banters or for thoughtful conversations, you find me here. For discussing my life or for dissecting yours, you find me here. For a hot coffee or cold, you always find me here, in CCD. Cheers!