Early mornings of board exam prep when mum would wake me up at 3 am leaving me with a steaming cup of tea beside.
No matter the stress I would enjoy that cup watching the moon outside my tiny window bit by bit bidding goodbye.
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forward to Hostel days when the mess would serve tea in steel mugs at sharp 5 pm and I would wake my girls from their siesta even the ones who dont drink tea so I could get their extra cup . Together we would hurry along with a parle g packet,
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Cut to now , My tea and I stand beside the window overlooking the horizon where the beach and the cityscape compete for the sky. The mind multi thinking over a hundred things simultaneously, yet when the cup hits my lip all the noises go mute..
One cup of innumerable memories. Tea is definitely an emotion.
Toothfairy6 