By Paras
A hot midday, the sun seemed to be beating down, and focused exactly on the top of my head, sweating profusely...
Rushed steps, heading towards the tent stalls that ran alongside the water channel, emitting an odor, my eyes search for an available open seat.
Ahaa my eyes spot one seat near the tree, I take the empty seat and sat for a bit before ordering a cup of coffee.
I wanted to tell you the story about this tent stall, and why I come here regularly.
Supposedly, before this tent stall stand was erected, Mr.Kusno, was the owner and also, a famous barista, working in a posh cafe that sold a cup of coffee at a price beyond the reach of common sense.
His skilled hands blended the coffee and made it a very different flavor and the cafe became so famous because of him, becoming the favorite barista for all his customers.
He was very proud of himself, every time he created a new variant of coffee, people like it, and they always came to taste it...
He had this passion to create many newer variants, and, as usual, people were crazy to taste it...praised his creation, until at some point he became bored, primarily because he no longer could find any challenge. He knew whatever he made people will like it, not because of the taste, but people felt they were out of date if they didn't know about it. Coffee had become just a lifestyle and had no other meaning.
He really loves coffee, and when it has lost his meaning he felt so empty
For him offering coffee is a basic client service, but how you serve that coffee says a lot about your firm, and he had lost it, coffee was not giving his customer or their senses any aromatic and pleasurable satisfaction, it has become only a lifestyle....
He had decided to give himself the slip from this stuck feeling, he left high on the hog and went to find something that would bring meaning to his life again, and give him a sense of satisfaction...
He wanted to start from the beginning, to make coffee not just for the lifestyle for fancy people, he wanted to serve coffee for friendship.
He wanted to find his feet, to find love for what he was doing, to serve coffee with his heart.
And the tent stall stands, with dull plastic chairs and table, no air conditioning, no fancy customers, no more fragrant perfumes....no more expensive coffee, only daily chatter in between cups of coffee
He felt something had been missing in the posh cafe where he once worked, and now slowly it was coming back.
He could see people happy with a cup of coffee, coming again, over and over, not only for a coffee, they came to see their friends, to share daily conversation about life, family, work, sometimes religion, politics and also love....
Warm feeling filled his heart, giving him a sense of satisfaction that cannot be exchanged for cash......
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A cup a coffee is a story about life, about the relationship between humans...and now Mr. Kusno added his heart to every cup of coffee he served.
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To my best friend Mr. Kusno, thanks a billion, your story about coffee touches my heart, even though I don’t drink coffee now, I became enchanted with the essence of what it means, not about the coffee, but about life.....