I have so many memories associated with a stained coffee cup. Actually, the smudges of my own lips on the mouth of the cup.
I have this strange habit of observing the cup rims, especially as I am sipping coffee. In that moment, I get sucked into the pattern, become mindful and then also juxtapose myself against the situation playing in front of me at that point.
I developed this strange habit a few years ago, and it has now become a rabbit hole.
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