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Coffee confusion


How often we think... “I don’t know” or “I cant choose” or “you tell me”... Right then we are hit by a bout of confusion which rattles our self ego and questions us  and makes us think.... “What to do” “What to choose” etc..,

May it be the colour of the saree you are choosing or planning a picnic or changing jobs. Confusion and self doubt plague the best of us in the moments of weakness and shakes the foundations of our belief.

But people don’t fret, as a human being even in the stages of confusion where we don’t know what to choose, we most definitely are adamant as to what not to choose. “I don’t like brinjal” “I hate the taste of coffee” “I haven’t got the qualifications to do that” “I know that is not for me”..... we are so confident in the choices we won’t choose.

But the best part is there are some things where we can choose without blinking our eyes. So even if you are not able to choose the course of your life, am sure you are able to choose your coffee. So there you go, even a person ordering a coffee in coffee day can be this specific “Tropical iceberg with whipped cream and chocolate sauce, less coffee more chocolate  and please less ice”.... (Even though they will most probably forget the more chocolate and less ice and coffee part). But the control we feel when we say that order is this an amazing sense of standing in a no confusion zone.  

Every person, even though he is the most confused person in the world will have at least one thing which he/she exactly knows what and how they want or how they don’t want. And a person even while ordering a simple coffee can define himself in the most confident manner. So don’t let your confusion confuse you. Have a nice day.


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  1. Quick writeup..a dashing meaning..super nivi...you are special always with the magical words

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