First coffee in fifteen days.

Though I am not much of a keen coffee drinker, I obliged for a cup of coffee when Sachin and Shankar called me at the coffee time. Passing through the gates of the office to the star bucks or Gloria Jeans for a coffee is a dream. The walls, doors and life inside makes you feel like living in a prison. So we went to the pantry carrying our own coffee mugs for coffee. I dint have a cup of my own, so I borrowed my colleagues cup and started the process of coffee preparation. While the cup was spinning inside the microwave oven, I took that time to talk to my friends. Informal talks were very common and we heard a loud bang inside the pantry and we went into find the milk spilled on the floor and a cup shattered into pieces. The strange door of the microwave was the culprit. Luckily my cup was safe inside and I offered my cup of coffee to Sachin as he desperately needed a coffee. After a quick clean up of the pantry we all joined together over the table and got back into the serious discussions that was interrupted by the explosion in the pantry.