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
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