Iam not sure when my love affair with tea began. I can’t actually place a memory around when I found the company of tea to be more of a solace than a familiar face. I can go for days without end with just tea for company. I wonder if that makes me some sort of eccentric although when has that ever stopped my eccentricities.
I love movies where they make a cup of tea in the mornings especially Hindi movies. We don’t really have to many directors focusing on something so mundane and yet so very individual. I do however remember a scene from ek haseena thi where Urmila is making tea while saif lounges…. Iam always curious to see what utensils get used what kind of mugs how much sugar and even beyond the making of tea the scenes that surround the kitchen at the start of a day. To me it says so much about character…… A small plant stretching itself to catch the faint sun as it rises…. A packet of opened biscuits …. Beyond the window the newspaper waiting to be collected….
In my mind lies a collage of tea. I must have been part of something Japanese and ceremonial in my past or then closer home a tea picker in the dilmah gardens
The custard moon spilled luxuriously
As the merlot sky retreaded gently into the intricate fold of an origami
Somewhere a fern curled itself against the forlorn window
If now is forever then forever is no more
The thing about once upon a time is just that it is only once in a lifetime …
I must have bought the dvd seven years ago when the movie released and yet iam never impulsed enough to watch anything under duress. In the time gone by I remember that k maybe gifted me that song as a ringtone on a Diwali many years ago. I fell in love with the songs thereafter I used to play them before I went for my walks in the lanes of kormangala. Meeting with k was never even a remote possibility… Just one of the many faces on my book of faces but we did. Some memories just fold themselves quietly into intricate origami patterns saved in some nondescript folder.
Iam a silly silly girl Iam in so many ways but that’s the thing about me I love the most. The fact that after Seven years I choose to watch that dvd on a Monday night watching the candles with their tiny glows of happiness sway gently, the curtains rise and falI to a balmy summer air. Its April and its seven years hence and yet here iam watching the movie for the first time all I can think off is that he didn’t leave behind any trace except for a charm bracelet with the sun n the moon and the stars and a single sunflower…
It was a sunny day and I pondered on the intransigence of the queen and the sheer insouciance of the pawn. i got myself some tea and as I veered towards wanting to hop like the horse or skid like the bishop it appeared to me that perhaps my Siegfried my savior ought to be the hapless king?
Tea over it dawned on me that mayhaps I would be best being me … the careless observer of the fallible foibles of moi.