Tea is intricately woven into my
daily routine which includes a lot of mental calisthenics. I am sure, as
Indians, nothing really turns us calmer than the thought of a nicely brewed cup
of tea; anything that goes on for pretty long durations starts affecting our
lives from inside out, and tea holds no exception. I Have memories of my
childhood days when we, the close-knit members of our family, used to gel over
cups of tea, some snacks and abundant affection. Those foggy mornings of
winters, those picturesque evenings of springs, those breezy nights of summers
– all embraced us in the prevalent aroma of tea; the bonds got stronger and the
joy associated with tea also grew manifolds.
I am basically a TEA person; give
me any variant of tea and I would tell you about the secrets that have gone
into preparing it. Some of my colleagues would prefer a cup of coffee with rich lather and richer aroma any given day, but a coffee is not my cup of tea.
Everyone has affinities, the close callings; I need my daily supply of tea to
be able to feel in sync with my systems. I don’t consider my self addicted to
tea; it’s just that I am a tea-lover. The sight of monotony-breaker whirls
settling in the cup, the anticipation of first slurp while bringing the edge of
cup to your lips, the fragrance that can only be appreciated while you close
your eyes – a cup of tea can make this world appear even more warm, stimulating
and homely.
