This week’s Blogchatter Blog Hop prompt is a delight for a caffeine-fueled soul like me; it’s all about my favorite drink: coffee. Honestly, I can’t even remember when I had my very first sip. Most people think of Indian households as temples of chai, but mine has always been divided. My father and grandfather are staunch members of the tea party, while my mother, younger brother, and I proudly belong to the coffee gang. Leading our clan for years was my grandmother, the undisputed queen of filter coffee, who reigned until her last days.
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My earliest memory of coffee isn’t of taste or color; it’s of fragrance. The comforting aroma that filled our home when my grandmother prepared filter coffee in her trusty stainless steel filter. That little device has been brewing magic in our household for decades, even before I was born. Growing up, my world revolved around homemade filter coffee, the occasional cup of Bru instant, and the rare “fancy” machine-made version I naïvely thought was the height of coffee sophistication. Everything changed in 2010, when I moved to Pune.
Places which Inspire stories
Back then, Cafe Coffee Day dominated India’s coffee scene. Their cafés seemed to sprout on every corner, luring coffee lovers like me as surely as moths to a flame. Pune, with its bustling college crowd and growing IT culture, also nurtured a new wave of indie cafés. These cozy little spots became hangouts for friends, hideaways for couples whispering sweet nothings, and creative nooks for dreamers like me. Many of my stories were born in those spaces, steeped in coffee flavored air, as I soaked in the places and people around me.
Today, I’ve built my own little coffee arsenal—South Indian filter, French press, moka pot, and an electric drip machine. Specialty beans are just a click away, ready to be brewed however I please. Yet, no matter how many new brews I discover, my heart always drifts back to that core memory. The one where my grandmother working on our old kitchen counter with her back to me. Patiently preparing her morning filter coffee, filling the air with love and fragrance.
This post is a part of Blogchatter Blog Hop.
Also, This blog post is part of ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with Bohemian Bibliophile.
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