Caffeinated Nostalgia

The meeting of liquid caffeine with my mouth brings me back to my humble home in Philippines. It always rains there for most days of the year, the cold monsoon and black coffee are my only companions during those days. My old radio was always turned on when electricity isn’t out. I could hear the tap tapping of the rain on our GI roof and the soft whistle of the wind outside. The earth seems to be in great peace in the eye of the storm sometimes.

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[Dhaye]

Ah, homesickness. That's the common problem of our brothers and sisters abroad.
Actually, we are experiencing now this cold monsoon. And coffee is really the best companion.
Reminiscing those things away from you can only make you sad, but those are the things that bind you in being who you are.
Nice story, Ella. :)

[mynameis_ella]

:D True.. Thanks!
Cheers!

[David Wesley]

=)

Solace is comforting for some, but your title has a tinge of oxymoron in my eyes. Which is a good thing because it is the reader's first hook into your piece.

You have a very straightforward style that I like.

[mynameis_ella]

Thank you :)
Cheers!