Random hits on the keyboard

'The first' is overhyped. The first of its kind, the first to be on ....... The first to climb to .... The first person to drive................ The first to reach.... etc etc. And here is 'the first' week after my return. I can't help myself to further hype 'the first'. I am readjusting myself to this dry air, windy evening, and cool morning. The coffee once again starts to start the daily routine. The morning is beautiful today. It is sunny for a while and gets cloudy by 2 o'clock Ethiopia time (which is 8 o'clock). Cloudy means we put on our jackets. It is seriously cold. Getting out in a street and having a bit of a walk early morning is refreshing. More greenery is around because of the rain. Being from a monsoon-hit country, I am trying to overcome my belief about rain - rain does not have to create flooding and landslides.  Local cafes began to open and an aroma of roast coffee fills the street. The cafe is decorated with local grass on the fl...

Coffee is the first thing in the morning and the last thing before dinner. Here, coffee is everywhere, just like tea in Kathmandu. The coffee shops on the footpath are the best. It is now evening and the curfew is about to start. On the way to my hotel, I stop in a 'café'. And..... While I wait, I watch tampu, they call it Bajaj, rushing on the road. Toyota Hiace, called minibus, overtaking Bajaj ruling the road - exhausting a thick smoke. The wind brings the smoke toward me but soon an aroma of coffee takes over. Few kids approach, to sell ground nuts. I signal them no. The kid smiles at me and says hello and bye instantly. And the coffee is ready. I forget the count but maybe it's my fifth or sixth coffee today.  The whole day's fatigue simply vanishes with a slip of a coffee. Someone rightly said that we must save our earth because it is the only know planet to have coffee.  My nose is super dry then. Maybe, it is because of a hell lot of coffee, or maybe...

As the day passes, I welcome the windy evening I fill my blog, jotting down some feeling A sleepy night wishes to wake up And the fear and the anxiety grip up Far in the West, the Sun has set some endings are at their best  No matter how hard the day was It's better than how the earlier day was Tomorrow will be the sunny morning  I will wake up and do the usual running The day will be the same busy and working But it will be one day less for the homegoing Good night 🥱