Monday 30 March 2015

How to Make a Perfect Cup of Tea

A week back I read an article on 'How to Make a Perfect Cup of Tea.'
And I must say that I strongly disagree.

You see it isn't the making of the tea that is meant to be perfect, it is the smiles, chats or silences which  follow that are. 

A perfect cup of tea, is when you meet your mother after a long time  over a cup of ginger tea made just the way you like it or when your uncle says 'Chai toh peeke jao' when you are in a rush to leave, sometimes when you and your dad sit in the garden outside, on a cold evening with a warm cup of tea discussing the universe, and you don't have the heart to tell him that he added salt instead of the sugar, perhaps when you stop by at the local tea stall after a tough day at work to catch up with the locality gossip, or when you sip on watery tea at the railway station because the train just won't arrive, on a rainy day when 'pakodas and chai' are all you crave, even in the lap of the mountains because, come on! You have to have the tea in those special cups, also on a comfortable evening with an amazing book.

So a week back, while sipping on my perfect cup of tea, I read an article on, 'How to Make a Perfect Cup of Tea.' And I must say that I strongly disagree.

Tuesday 24 March 2015

Out of Order

The cool wind blows
Whistling through the hollow bones
The brain is numb, but it never shuts up, floor is cold but the feet don't stop walking 
Emptiness fills me uptil the throat, fear drills deep into the core
Gloom and darkness are my good old friends 
Slowly I drain, drain out of energy 
Breathing is tough, the ash filled air blocks the passage, the smoke hurts my eyes 
But I move because I think I am strong. I can tolerate it.
I know I will come out of it, I know that this will pass. But I will drag myself, drag myself ahead as long as I feel out of order.