I love tea. I presume tea too loves me.
Tea slows me down. Tea makes me move forward. Tea gives me company. Tea makes me reflect.
Every morning, I drink tea in the same beautiful blue ceramic cup. It’s my own little tea ritual.
Sometimes when I am too sad, I stay away from tea. Sometimes, when I am too happy, I drink cups of tea. One after another.
Tea brings back memories of my loved ones.
Sometimes when I visit people’s homes or offices, I lie about tea. I say, “I don’t drink tea.” The reason is I am very scared of having over-boiled, sweet, milky tea.
I love my first cup of tea at work. Not in a paper cup but in my own ceramic cup At 11 am. It makes my day unfold.
I am in mood for a cup of tea. Right now.
This post is an expression of that longing.
Have a cup of chai/tea on my behalf. With love. .