My experiments in Lab

I latched open the door and stepped outside my cozy, warm laboratory to the porch, and stood there with eyes closed for a while. The floor was slippery with rainwater that stormed throughout the evening. The sweet cool breeze was coaxing my face like a beautiful coquette. The silence was tranquilising, but the climbing howls of dogs, starving and shivering in the light drizzle, at regular intervals kept me assured that I haven’t turned deaf. Drizzling nights are unusual; they confine people inside there houses and street appears to be a backdrop of some stereotype horror flick. I was staring lights from streetlights faraway turning foggy and twinkling like stars. The sky was cuddled inside a blanket of clouds, showering spine chilling sprinkles, stretching from the east horizon to the far west.
The road, actually a blatant abuse on other roads if I call this one, facing my veranda, where I was standing is a busy road otherwise, but tonight it was squealing the cry of silence, and not a single car rutted the road after 10.
I returned back to my laboratory and examined the solution that I had left for heating. The heating task was nearing it’s finish as it was supposed to be heated to a temperature below it’s boiling point.
For the reader’s information, I have earlier added chemically inert disaccharide carbohydrates in stoichiometric ratio so the boiling point was further elevated as per laws of vapour pressure.
Okk cut it.. cut this Frankenstein kinda crap… I am in fact in my kitchen making a futile attempt of preparing coffee, and I was nearing the end bringing the sugared milk to a boil so that I’d pour it in my glass with coffee powder… Wait… Where is the coffee?? I can’t make coffee without coffee powder…!!! I started searching every iota of my kitchen in pursuit of coffee when all of a sudden I heard a voice… “Ogochhaal Korbina…!!!”(Don’t mess up the kitchen). It was my mom’s voice. I turned back… but nobody was there. I recalled that mom was sound asleep in her room. Then who was it??? Ohh no!! I am hallucinating… I’m hearing voices… may be because of No-Coffee. It’s addictive, I have read it somewhere.
Or maybe it was a ghost… who cares… Right now I need coffee.
As I am not much into culinary so I don’t know the whereabouts of kitchen stuffs.
Or maybe mom confiscated it! She might have spied some night on me sneaking into the kitchen.
Whatever…
Right now it’s time to implement plan B.
I will switch to tea.
To clarify things, I must state here that I am a deft in coffee making skills. I have spent years carving them, shaping them with utter devotion. So much a prodigy that I’ve already decided that in case I don’t get any job, God forbid, I’ll open a coffee shop as a hawker. I have even come up with the name of shop as well
“Sammy’s Coffee: Bet more pressure on your bowels than a meager cup of tea…”
And I’ll even use laxatives in the morning to make sure it does. See, business strategy…
So I was a little hesitant. But how long can I evade making tea? What would I do if U.S. attacks whole of Africa blaming them of racial abuse on U.K. people and manifest coffee beans as biological weapons and starts dropping daisy cutters on every coffee farm and store or may be even shops… Whoa!! I won’t mark my coffee shop on google earth.
Or if someday excessive coffee harvesting lead to coffee plants evolving into hideous animals, waging war at humans to avenge there losses. Remember what Darwin said?? Evolution by natural selection.
In those cases I must learn to prepare tea. So, why not tonight?? At the end of the day… actually it was the beginning of the next day. I prepared a nice-ginger-tea. Which I wished I could share with someone…
Note: How does this make into my about me??
It’s simple… I am a good coffee maker and would like to share a sip with someone… and yes…not boys… and no special cases… if any and one last thing...no pun intended
Note to my sister: this is a joke. Don’t tell mom about it.