Meanwhile, hiding from the intense glare of the stereotypical morning, a bundle of white mist hurried out of the white mug, and concealed themselves behind those folds on the bedsheet.
Casting a half-hearted smile at these intricate shenanigans, his hands clutched the handle of the white mug. He mind was like a bird wearing a broken wing. It quested to glide to far off places, yet the shackles of reality tied him down to the ground.
Unaware of themselves, his lips touched the threshold of the mug, that his hand had lifted up to them. His tongue rendezvoused with the content in the cup. His taste buds were flabbergasted by the unusual flavour, that they were soaking. It was not the conventional bitterness of coffee. Rather, it was salty.
His nose was bamboozled as a scent similar to that worn by the sea, encompassed it. His brain didn’t know what to think. It tried to refute the salty taste and blur the sea-like aroma. But his mind, it was was a bandit in a crowd of obedient organs dwelling under his skin. His mind was a nemesis of his brain. His mind embraced the appearance of the sudden scent belonging to the sea and the saltiness that ruled it.
It was now for his eyes to peek into the white mug. They threw a casual glance at the mug in anticipation to spot a dark brown liquid. But…
What was this spectacle that the white mug presented? It wasn’t the brown complexioned liquid! Playing in the confines of this glass mug were the bestial waves of the sea. His pupils dilated as they absorbed an inkling of azure from the sea that lay in front of them.
A ripple of wetness lashed against his mind, loosening the shackle of compulsion that kept it down. The broken wings had healed. The bird was finally ready to delve the depth of its deepest longings. And its heart was prepared to grab a speck of reality from the crowd of mirages.
We have been stranded in our home all across the world for over months now with nowhere to go and nothing to do. So this post is dedicated to all those crazy wanderers or vagabonds out there whose O2 (oxygen) has been cut off. Having the first sip of coffee can sometimes taste different and who knows it might be the sea waters or the waves breaking on the edge of your cup. Impossible is nothing. Close your eyes and feel the breeze flowing past you or the sudden gust of cold mystic wind blowing away your hat. When you can’t visit the shore, bring the sea home.
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