COFFEE? NO THANKS, I’LL TAKE TEA..

The word coffee usually hits me like someone shouting “RUN!” in a library. Panic? No. Confusion? Definitely. Excitement? Hardly. While most people hear “coffee” and immediately smell roasted beans, feel a surge of energy, and imagine solving the world’s problems, I… well, I just start thinking about tea. Yes, tea. My loyal, gentle, life-saving companion.

I’ve tried to like coffee. I’ve braved espresso shots, cappuccinos, lattes, and even those artisanal drinks with names longer than my to-do list. Each sip felt like betrayal—a bitter, caffeinated betrayal. And yet, the world insists coffee is magical. Supposedly, it can fix any problem. Me? After a sip of coffee, the only problem I feel is whether I should cry, twitch, or run for water.

Tea, on the other hand, is the quiet genius. It doesn’t yell at me to focus or threaten a caffeine-induced heart attack. Tea sits beside me like a wise old friend. It smells like warmth, patience, and occasionally, a hint of cardamom when I’m feeling fancy. One sip, and the world seems a little less like a tornado of emails and bills, and a little more like a cozy corner with a good book.

My recipe? Don’t expect Michelin-star theatrics. A pinch of Assam (yeah! My homeland), a spoonful of sugar, a splash of milk, and the patience to wait until it’s just right. That’s it. But somehow, this humble brew untangles thoughts, soothes nerves, and sometimes even inspires genius ideas. Coffee could never. Coffee is a drama queen; tea is the Zen master.

Best time for tea? Anytime! Early mornings when the sun is half-asleep, late nights when my brain refuses to stop spinning, or during office chaos when everyone else is clinging to their jittery mugs of doom. Tea is my secret weapon, my calm in the caffeine storm.

Here’s a little story: once, during my first job, everyone at the office was caffeinated to the point of superhero abilities. Meanwhile, I quietly brewed my tea, sipped it slowly, and somehow solved a problem that had stumped the whole floor. Coffee addicts called it luck. I call it tea. Tea doesn’t just wake you up—it quietly turns you into a thinking machine without giving you the shakes or the urge to dramatically bang your head on your desk.

So, while the world worships coffee like it’s a miracle potion, I’ll stick to my tea. It doesn’t just wake me up—it keeps me sane, happy, and occasionally smug when my jittery colleagues can’t figure out what’s going on. Coffee may solve problems, but tea… tea makes life worth sipping.

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