Coffee Table

This is one place where you would practically see all sorts of emotions…

A few years back the only thought that I used to get whenever I saw a café was, “a place to waste money” ..why should or why would any person as a matter of fact shell out money for a cup of coffee when you can make one at home?

But over the years as I grew older and when emotions and solitude start to hit you like starry meteorites, I found that at the coffee table I could leave all those things to rest.

Sometimes just getting out of a place and sitting at the corner of a café redolent of brewing roasted coffee beans, watching the people go by , kids playing around and laughing , birds pecking at the crumbs of the leftover butter croissant … can give such an immense sense of peace and a moment of reflection..

In addition to the aromatic therapy of the coffee table what pleasantly surprises me is how the simple café has encompassed a variety of emotions. The proposals of love, candid talks, gossips of chattering women folk have left prints of beautiful memories on them and I bet if the coffee tables could talk, it would be a delight by itself to hear these wondrous tales.

So is this the magic of the coffee table or the brewing aromatic coffee or simply the beauty of the human mind to extradite itself to the fumes of the mesmerizing brewing beans..

Well to unravel that mystery, a nice cup of cappuccino in a French style café would help..