Continued prose. 4:39 pm

"...Just when he thought the worst was over after picking up the crumbs, he soon realised the foolery of his ways. The sheer foolishness with which he dreamed, he hoped, he prayed. Even the ceiling seemed to mock him. He felt the crushing foolishness like he never did in all his years.

As he swept up the crumbs, he felt as if he was sweeping pieces of his idealism into the bin..."

Uncle T

my morning elixir 4:18 pm

gorilla coffee | brooklyn | new york

Uncle T

A prose I found. 4:04 pm

"...As the morning sun shone through the windows the next morning, he started clearing up the crumbs on the table. Like trying to pack away a bad dream, he removes the remnants, once sweet, into the thrash. The sun continues to shine. Yet, all he could do was try shake out of the bad dream from last night.

As his heart gently sighed..."


Uncle T

i have never... 8:06 am

I even wore a tie and put "it" in my pocket.

I have never felt sillier.

As I wait for the boiling soup... 2:46 am

I have a friend (hopefully not just one). A friend whom I know but I don't know. A friend whom I sometimes wish I was a little more like. This friend has found love. And I am happy for him. Not just happy. Happy enough to keep me smiling randomly today.

I am happy because he found someone to love. And someone to love him back. I don't know much details. But I am going to imagine that I do anyway. Two beautiful persons come together. You just know something good will come out of it. You just know. I am happy for him. I am happy for her. For them.

Yet, amidst the smiling, I found myself sad. As I stared at bubbling soup on the stove, I was sad. Not for him. Not for her. I was sad for me. All I could do was to get lost in the bubbles of the swirling chicken soup, and not think about it anymore.

Am I supposed to think or am I supposed to feel? Which is more dangerous? "A step at a time and you'll walk with the Divine," so said a friend once. I am hoping he is right.


For now, I just wait for the soup to be ready and have dinner together. And be happy for him. Happy for her. Amen.


Uncle T

Coffee and the Exam Stress 5:00 pm

You order coffee from a grumpy lady who chews on her decaying chewing gum; plays with the plaster on her right hand as she steams the milk. She stares blankly at the wall in front, and then dumps the liquid in a paper cup. That is my morning cuppa.

It is moments like these that make me reminisce about Gorilla Coffee, Brooklyn, New York. For that one month, it was my morning panacea; it made all the wrong right. Walking in at 8.30am, the cafe was already busy with local writers penning their thoughts, surfing the net for ideas, there was a snaking queue. The men and women behind the counter had only one passion: delivering brilliant coffee.

I miss Brooklyn. If she were a girl, I would drop everything and live with her. Just be with her against all the odds. Now, I'm not sure if its Brooklyn or Jazz. Brooklyn or Jazz.

Don't stress my dear. For now, its Exams.

happiest times |Gorilla Coffee | brooklyn, new york

cuppa passion | Gorilla Coffee | brooklyn, new york

Uncle T

Moment of Quiet Magic 9:54 pm

Perhaps it's the day before my final exams. Perhaps it was the warm lunch at church. Perhaps it was the calming evening last night. Perhaps it was the fresh air. Perhaps it was Sunday. But whatever it was, it was a moment of quiet magic.

Standing there sipping the espresso as the rain fell on a Sunday afternoon.

There was nothing in my mind but the perfection of that moment as the warm panacea touched my lips and the rain falling on a quiet campus. It was just magic. Quiet magic.

That's what life is made of. Little bits of these quiet magical moments. I hope you have one yourself soon.

colours of hope | marrakech, maroc

Uncle T