It was a beautiful star filled night sky above us, on that cool winter night. We were three of us, Shibu, Venkat and myself. We used to sleep on the hostel terrace every night. Normally we chat till 2 in the morning and then fall asleep. If in the course of our chatting, we get to feel hungry, we would run down to another class mate of our, who is incharge of the hostel stores and wake him up from his sleep and drag him to the stores and buy a few packets of noodles and some cream biscuits. We would then run about to produce a quick and delightful dinner, spiced with the month's most favoured drink.
The month's drink was cold coffee. So we got the milk cold and the coffee powder. Now we needed sugar and that would have to be stolen from the hostel kitchen. So .... sneeking quitely we went into the kitchen store room and found the sugar box and filled our cup.
Noodles cooked, biscuits opened, we began mixing our cold coffee .... all on the terrace, out in the open, pitch darkness, save for the faint light of the fading moon. I was to take the first sip and pass my comments.
However, with the fist sip .... came no comments, but a streaming jet of what went in (just couldn't call it a normal cold coffee). I had burnt my tounge to bloody red boils over a sip of cold coffee..... I stared in disbelif. The other two watched me with googly eyes with horror writ on their faces.
Reproaching me for wasting precious resources and paying no head to my warnings Venkat took hold of his cup and gulped a big mouthful of the sinful fluid. And what followed was an hyperbolated version of my reaction (a gulp is, I guess, a wee bit more than a decent sip).
When we did find out, what turned a delightful cup of sweeted cold caffined lactose product into an acrid brown poison, we were rolling on the floor holding our stomachs with are side splitting with laughter. We had added baking soda instead of suggar!!!
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