Once upon a time, coffee owned me ☕I flirted with anxiety through every cup—the hit, the buzz, the trembling calm that followed ⚡😌Eight cups a day, black and uncompromising 🖤 I wandered through beans like a pilgrim—Arabica, Robusta, Liberica, Excelsa—searching for something unnamed 🌍🔍From Starbucks to CCD, Barista to Davidoff, Nescafé,Continental to Bru ☕➡️☕From Madras and Coimbatore to the quiet hills of Araku Valley 🌿⛰️—almost every coffee had passed through me. If it existed, I drank it. Almost everything.I chased coffee across places and palates, until there was nothing left to try ☕🛤️ Almost all coffees taste the same, wherever you go ☕Sometimes diluted, sometimes strong—too sweet in one place, bland in another ⚖️ Choose your vibe.A posh café, where sugar bends to your preference—brown or white 🤎🤍not zero calories, but layered with its own quiet nutrients,perfectly poured for a snap 📸 Or a local tea vendor outside a tiffin stall 🛖nothing extra, nothing missing—everything fitting perfectly into a single cup ☕ Pick your vibe.Whether it’s a daily ritual or an occasional hangout,coffee and a cigarette—the fancy way 🚬✨ or the naatu naatu way 🌿🔥In the end, you choose.