My grandfather used to wake up at 4.30 every morning, meditate and then make coffee. This routine was repeated at 3.00 PM, when he woke up from his afternoon nap.
He made the best cup of coffee ever. Hot, sweet, strong. I used to tell him we should go into business and open a coffee stall. If there are gods, they're probably hovering around the kitchen door right now, waiting for him to pour out coffee for them. After which he'll sit them down and tell them how they can re-engineer their vahanas for better fuel efficiency.
and don’t forget, he must be telling them those wonderful stories while they sit around him, in bliss over the coffee and the story.
hey JP sorry to hear about your grandfather. I met him a couple of times, I remember. His noise-tolerance levels were quite high when we used to practice at Ranka Park. May he rest in peace.
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