Coffee

Today while sipping my coffee i just realized how identical coffee is, to love. The enticing fragrance will draw you closer to it and will cast a spell on your mind to have a sip. The first sip that you take, and there, it will allay your restless mind, will soothe your worries . That which is lethal itself will at once give you the feeling of tranquility from this lethal world. It will enthrall you to an extent that you’ll get addicted to the drug. When you’re depressed it will make you feel better. You’re happy? It will add to your exultant spirits.There’s no melancholy you can’t allay, no difficulty you can’t superate when you have it.How similar is love to coffee. Everything seems so marvelous when you fall in love. The presence itself will seem so luminous that it will cover all the darkness you saw before, all the imperfections you saw in yourself, all hurdles you thought you’ll never be able to cross, all depressions you’ll never get over with. As time flies,you’ll realize you’re so deep into the ocean that there’s no turning back, you’re amidst the sea and its your life jacket , you just can’t do without it. The drug will cling to you like an adhesive, so glutinous you can’t separate it from yourself. That which once used to soothe your storms, now itself rouses a storm in you which cannot be controlled. Its enigmatic how coffee and love first protect you and then itself kills you. Such paradoxes which when taken excessively become a threat to our own self.The question which arises is that when we know its harmful for us in the long run, why do we get involved in it in the first place ?
The answer is, a moth knows falling in love with fire will eventually kill it still it falls for it. Does’nt it ?