The sound of the running water woke me up.
I don’t know when I dozed off, as I only remember scrolling through WordPress in my phone.
I shook my head to come back to senses, and only then I thought,
”Oops! Did I leave the tap running?”
I ran to the bathroom only to see the open window and the pelting rain. Finally, we got some showers. I felt the chill in the air. My throat was dry, and I walked to the kitchen to pour myself a drink. As I opened the cupboard to take a glass, this packet I kept on the side fell to the worktop—herbal coffee powder, which was given to me by a friend. The light bulb went on in my brain,
”Black coffee, that’s what I want.”
The fragrance of coffee beans in the boiling water took me home, to my father. He likes black coffee, and he will have it whenever he is offered one. It is indeed a nostalgic feeling of being at home to have a black coffee and lentil fritters on a rainy afternoon. However, the last couple of weeks, there was heavy rains in my hometown, my parents and many other people were affected. Even though settled now, it made me worry then. At the same time, I honestly wished to have some rain here in the UK, as the heatwave hit us.
When I see the contradictions around me, I do wonder why the world is so imbalanced.
Even though I understand that God’s plans are beyond human understanding, the silly being in me looked above and sighed in heart,
”When I come up there, you need to tell me why.”