After the much-hesitant Calcutta trip, where I met nearly long-lost relatives, enjoyed the Bangla countryside, and endured the terracota-creating heat, I am back to the grind — or ground, it’s about the same thing. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any more hectic or blah, today I got a call out of the blue to work with — hold your diaphragm — coffee! It’s that dark brown bean whose sinful brew is also called Arabian wine. I have no idea how I can contribute to Coffee Ideas but it’s worth a try.
There is an air of romance around coffee that I have never quite managed to make myself immune to it. One of the most appetizing books I read about coffee was The Devil’s Cup: A History of the World According to Coffee by Stewart Lee Allen. It traces the story of coffee through its discovery and distribution of Coffea Arabica from its roots in Ethiopia to its colonization of the rest of the world. It’s simple; the Devil’s cup has searched me out again.
In a connection that was not evident earlier, I realised that I have just finished a book The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón, where the Devil makes its appearance in the guise of a charred character who is also a writer of singularly complex swashbuckling meta fictional narratives in post-Franco Spain. Ah, the connections we perceive and weave.
I’m on my way to discovering Federico Garcia Lorca’s The House of Bernarda Alba (along with Blood Wedding and Yerma), which when thrown into this brown devilish mix that is my reading list and life, makes a murky but spicy mulligatawny. The thing with reading lists and life is that one never knows where one stops and the other begins.