The Flight



I had a dream last night. It was a wish fulfilling dream, I could fly, I could sing a storm up. What a dream it was. I was standing on top of a tall stone pillar in the midst of a forest. I was standing there all alone, like a statue. Dressed in red and orange robes, red and orange...the colours of passion, I was standing on one foot, with the other foot raised high up like the tail of a peacock. My arms were outstretched...holding a yellow scarf, almost like a dancer about to start performing. The posture was almost that of a flying figure that we see in far eastern murals and scrolls. Then suddenly, almost suddenly, I started to spin...spin faster and faster till I was just a wispy blurr... like a tornado in the middle of a green enchanted forest. I spun like a top, atop the stone pillar for quite some time, without rhyme or reason. Then, when the spinning was too fast for the pillar to bear, I took off, into the air..with one graceful leap...flying over the treetops..just like a Chinese flying figure...like a goddess of the wind. I glided for some time, effortlessly, banishing the yellow scarf in front of me like a sword.The topmost branches of the trees just grazed my feet. Then slowly, very slowly, i slowed down and started to descend towards the ground, twirling and floating like a ballerina. I don't have words to describe my feelings...the way my heart became as light as a feather. But like all good things, it came to an end. But the dream did not end there but merely transformed itself into another unreal setting where unlike my previous other worldly self, here I was a child of the earth, firmly rooted and strong. I was standing in the middle of a desert, it was dusk. I started singing...I cannot remember the words but it was a soul full song. I sang from my heart...like I never sang before till the sky started to darken and a storm started to brew...as if provoked by my song. The earth joined in and the sounds of the wind and the sky chorused along with me. It was the the most powerful that I have ever felt...in dream or in reality. But, alas, dreams are meant to be broken and I woke up to another dull and monotonous day, where nothing of this sort ever happens. But such is the magic of life that however troublesome or sorrowful we might be, one never stops dreaming!
So, why I narrated this absurdity to all of you? because I want to tell you all one thing today... DREAM ON!

Hello Readers!

This is my first ever blog. To tell you the truth, I never saw what a blog looked like until yesterday. So I thought, why not? Let me also start writing!! I think, all of you would agree with me, that writing a blog is like talking to yourself...more like a sounding board. Sometimes it is difficult to think when all your thoughts are jumbled up. This is when you need to separate them and put each one in a clear glass bottle and label them properly in order to work with each one at your leisure. And that's exactly what a blog is meant to do...at least for me. So at the end of the day, if someone reads it and comments on it, then that's an added bonus!

As of today, It's overcast and cool and I am at home typing this blog. The reason why I named my blog 'Black Coffee' is because over a cup of steaming black coffee one can talk about almost anything and everything under the sun or maybe not speak at all! But it makes for a quiet introspective session with yourself or with someone else, where new ideas often come to mind and enthusiasm brews like nobodies busyness. So, to start the day,I must share with you my secret receipe for making black coffee.



You'll need to have a good quality filter coffee, instant coffee just wont do!

mesure water in the same coffee cup that you will be drinking in and put it on the flame. Cover it and let it simmer. Just before the water starts to boil, turn off the flame. Put in the filter coffee in heaped tablespoons, two heaped tablespoons for one mug. Cover it and let it soak for five minutes. Then strain out the coffee into the mugs and add sugar as per your taste.

This process is to be followed by those who can drink very strong coffee. You will also find a certain amount of sludge at the bottom of the cup, that's ok. PersonallyI like the grainy texture of the coffee whenI drink, but if you don't like it then you could strain it through a cotton cloth.

That's all for today! Hope you enjoy the coffee!