A cup of coffee has always been my favorite companion on my travels. After reaching a destination or in between, after a short or a long journey, a session with a coffee cup casts a magical spell every time.
A session with a coffee cup casts a magical spell every time. Click To Tweet
My love affair with coffee grew when I was in my early teens. Almost all of my adolescence winter evenings were filled with an out of the school syllabus book, a cup of coffee and a couple of hour’s solitude. This luxury, was one of the important ingredients for making me a romantic soul forever. I always missed my coffee cup in the summer evenings albeit the temperature used to be 38 degree Celsius (100 Fahrenheit).
After a decade or so, when I started staying in Lausanne, Switzerland, even my summer evenings got filled with the fresh aroma of coffee beans, a Kindle, a pen and a diary. My romantic soul flourished.
A coffee cup and a story
After every walk by the shores of lake Geneva, I used to sip in not only a cup of coffee, but some solitude and silence along with it while overlooking the beautiful Alps. This resulted in a different me; a thoughtful, mountain loving and silence seeking individual.
These newly developed character traits surfaced in me frequently during my travels. My sweet sojourns to various cafes in different parts of the world yielded me with stories – small, ordinary, special, long, unexpected and abrupt stories. So one day, I thought of writing down the stories, especially the ones which glitter, not only in my memory but also inside my romantic heart. So here I am, writing down some of those beautiful realities which I encountered while traveling.A cup of coffee has always been my favorite companion on my travels. Click To Tweet
It was an August morning. While exploring Gletsch – a picturesque hamlet in Switzerland, I came across a small and cozy cafe. I found just another couple in there. The experience of a calm and quiet cafe in a calm and quiet village gifted me something that I didn’t find anywhere else since then. Read this beautiful story here.
A lazy Sunday afternoon in late summer, a lakeside stroll in Thonon – a small French town, a cup of coffee and an exciting story; an unexpected one! Now when I look back to that day, my lips expand and my cheeks bulge out. I will forget this story the day I tell it to my grand children. I listed it as one of my important duties to tell it to my grandchildren. If you would like to tell this story to your grandchildren as well, then just read it and have a hearty laugh (quite a rare thing these days).I used to sip in not only a cup of coffee, but some solitude and silence along with it Click To Tweet
By now, you all must be thinking what about a romantic story (isn’t it expected from the self proclaimed romantic soul)? My answer is – yes! The setting of this story is no other than the beautiful Switzerland, which I believe has a power to turn on even the most unromantic person. It was a bright and beautiful day amidst the snow clad mountains in Château-d’Oex, Switzerland. It was a date that goes far beyond my dreams. Read the story here.
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Often in unguarded moments, thoughts come which otherwise take a backseat during the daily grind. I found myself immersed in some profound thoughts on a beautiful autumn morning in the Great Smoky Mountains. Read not just about my thoughts but a sweet travelogue of a peaceful place.My sweet sojourns to various cafes in different parts of the world yielded me with stories – small, ordinary, special, long, unexpected and abrupt stories. Click To Tweet
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