Some days ago, when a bomb shell was dropped on Pam, she was too agitated to accept the unwelcome surprise after being chilling out too long in the comfort zone. She did not know what to do. She was confused, disturbed and bewildered. She left a post on the 5th day of the month and thought that it would be the last which marked the end of her years of blogging. The 'last' post, however, stayed for quite a number of days till one thoughtful pal of her scribbled a short note in the comment column. She asked:
"More coffee please?" :)
A simple phrase, attached with a huge concern and meaningful thought, awakened me from my 6-day self-imprisonment which nearly led to me sentencing myself to a lifelong incarceration.
I then asked myself: "What about your coffee story? Are you going to let them die off like how you sent away the child whom you'd raised for 6 years?" (That's a different story which I might reveal someday...)
No! The story must go on! The coffee enthusiasm must go on till my life finally fades away... Thus, I'm back, and still the same old self. Thanks to my truthful companion, I'm back... I'm back... safe and sound.
For better or worse...
Till death do us part.