FOUR CUPS OF COFFEE..

She sat on a hammock in her balcony strolling through the heavy rain with “ The Motorcycle Diaries ”. Before she started reading the book, she could relate to Ernesto “el Che” Guevara just as a young medic who revolutionized towards united Latin America, fought and died for the cause of poor. As the pages turned and the words unfolded, the relativity ruminated towards a larger aspect of causes and consequences concerned to his legendary life which very few men are constructed with. All thoughtful, she was positively agitated as she came across lines about his narration of the journey that read, “…Quixotic in its semi-unconscious style and, as for Quixote, had the same effect on the scope of his consciousness.” Deeper through the words and craving to explore the world, she marched into her own life and experiences until her mother walked to the door with a mug of dark coffee. She sipped the coffee while clicking the rain drops which were beautifully aligned on the metal wir...