Mochafrappe is the first drink that I learned to drink in a coffee shop. I loved it so much that I only ordered it for three years. Simultaneously, that was also the time I have taken interest in writing. I always brought a pen and notebook whenever I met with my friends. Not because I jotted down notes during the conversation, but because I always seemed to be an hour or two early for the appointment. Truth was I wasn’t early at all, it’s just that they came so late. During the times that I waited, I wrote. I wrote whatever came to mind. Sometimes I wrote little. And sometimes I wrote a whole lot more than a little. Sometimes it made sense, and sometimes it didn’t.
My first choice of drink may have changed as I have learned to try others in the menu, but mochafrappe will forever be the first to accompany me since day one.