A Letter To Empty Coffee Jar

Dear Empty Coffee Jar,
I woke up this morning with a mind like a blank canvas. I come into the kitchen and open the cabinet. There you were. Lying silently. Knowing that how much I need you but you don’t need me. I opened your lid and the familiar aroma came out. Your smell makes me want you even more. It doesn’t drive me crazy. It holds the hands of my thinking and carry me away far into the skies. I am so in love with you that I sometimes forget that if I don’t pay attention even you can go out of coffee. You, for me, are like oxygen. I need it but I do not have to ask for a re-fill. When I put a spoon into your open mouth I hear the sound of it touching the glass walls. That moment, my heart shattered like a glass sculpture thrown down from the mount Everest. My breathe seized and I forgot to close my mouth which was opened in shock.
You don’t know. You really don’t know! What an empty jar can do to poor little coffee lover. The scars are so deep that if remain uncaffeinated the lover cannot open his eyes for the rest of the day. A morning without coffee is like a view without colors, a bird without wings, a spec without lenses, a shoe without lace, a laptop without screen. It is like office coat without sleeves, cookie without chocolate chips, a mind without thoughts.
I am sorry. It was all because of me! It is my fault, my dear Jar. It was me who went to the groceries but forget to buy coffee. Forgive me.
Heading to the Groceries to buy coffee.
Ever Drinking The Coffee From You,
Caffeine Addict.


It is all around us

My shepherd friend is so generous. He never hesitates to share his knowledge. His words are chests of treasure. When he speaks all else seems to be quiet. It seems like even the wind stops here to listen to him.
Today we are sitting in our respective places like always; he is sitting under the tree and I am sitting by the fence of my farm. Weather is partially cloudy and we are eating my home baked cookies with coffee. He has brought something to eat like always. I do not know the name, but these are delicious; small round buns with delicious filling.
“Do you know there are signals around here that your laptop catches and connects to the internet as you call it?”, he says sipping his coffee and looking somewhere in the sky.
“Yes, I know. Can you see those signals?” I followed his vision with a curious dumb look on my face.
“No.”, he laughs, ” I cannot. I am not some super-human.”
I smile; it is all I could do when he laughs at me, but his laughter does not have offending tone. We enjoy each other’s company.
“Why do you think my book does not catch those signals?” , he asks.
“Because it is a book. It is not a machine or something. ” I say. He never ask foolish questions.
“Is that a machine?” He takes out his small radio from his bag.
“Yes. It is.”
“It cannot connect to the internet. It is even unable to catch the video of the songs, that I listen”.
“It is because it was not being designed to do so. It plays sound, not pictures.”
“It just catches another type of signals. Right?”
“It is because it was designed so. Isn’t it?”
“You know we are machines. We humans, are machines. We have many signals kinds of signals around us. Grief, despair, hope, sorrow, happiness, power, helplessness etc. We catch all of them. We should process the ones that benefit us. And delete the rest.”
“So there must be some anti-virus software programs for humans too,” I says jokingly.
“Yes, there is. It is called prayer. Pray in order to get help from the One who created you. From all the signals receive and cherish those which are positive. Remember, these signals are everywhere, pick the good ones all the time wherever you go, whatever you do. Smile, be thankful and build an ARK. Watch Evan Almighty, if you want to know what ark truly is?”
I smile. I have watched the movie, but I do not have to build an ark like Noah’s ark. I just have to practice A Random act of Kindness.