"A pan, tea leaves, some sugar, milk, spoon and of course gas!", replies my vexed mother as she flips the side on her quilt.
"Look mom, I'm just giving a shot and a shot means a very willing and diligent try to get over with the task! Okay?", flummoxed from my own words, I try to ease out my mother who just passes a gargantuan snore as my answer.
I am a boy, rather a brat who has always been served and fed on the table gratuitously. Spending really long twenty years on this planet, I am more than sure that every mother in any specie can give her life for the life she has created with unmounted hope, emotions and unstoppable effort. 'What if this relation could genetically be programmed into every being with irate and hatred?' Well, too much sugar too is bad for health. --- Collecting all these sinusoidal feelings, I mix them inside what I call, 'my-cup-of-my-tea'.
As the liquid takes its colour, my eyes twinkle and smile gallops around my face and it feels like I've conquered the Earth! I take out my favourite cup and wash it with intense hot water which I know will extirpate all the dirt which is trying to make my tea sordid. Not so easy fellas! I'm the mother of that liquid thing, I think ironically.
All prepared, I pick up my cup and sit by the window. As I take my first sip, I become extremely overwhelmed. I'm drinking my feelings! Aptness of sugar and milk gave it a unique and perfect taste. Exuberance drooling all over my face, I take a heavier sip and off my mind flies into those feelings which now make way to my heart. With my wet lips, I croon:
With a myriad of thoughts and piles of feelings
I take a refuge to create my healing
Amidst this chaos, I bend to collect my peelings
For I need them to restructure my broken red window; not so fragile anymore.
Tethered and pushed down, my hearts yearns for love; I'll still be myself and I'll still be mighty
For there is no trouble so great that cannot be much diminished by a cup of my-tea.
PS - This post is in reply to Preeti Shenoy's Tea for two(and a piece of cake) tuesdays, #3.
"Look mom, I'm just giving a shot and a shot means a very willing and diligent try to get over with the task! Okay?", flummoxed from my own words, I try to ease out my mother who just passes a gargantuan snore as my answer.
I am a boy, rather a brat who has always been served and fed on the table gratuitously. Spending really long twenty years on this planet, I am more than sure that every mother in any specie can give her life for the life she has created with unmounted hope, emotions and unstoppable effort. 'What if this relation could genetically be programmed into every being with irate and hatred?' Well, too much sugar too is bad for health. --- Collecting all these sinusoidal feelings, I mix them inside what I call, 'my-cup-of-my-tea'.
As the liquid takes its colour, my eyes twinkle and smile gallops around my face and it feels like I've conquered the Earth! I take out my favourite cup and wash it with intense hot water which I know will extirpate all the dirt which is trying to make my tea sordid. Not so easy fellas! I'm the mother of that liquid thing, I think ironically.
All prepared, I pick up my cup and sit by the window. As I take my first sip, I become extremely overwhelmed. I'm drinking my feelings! Aptness of sugar and milk gave it a unique and perfect taste. Exuberance drooling all over my face, I take a heavier sip and off my mind flies into those feelings which now make way to my heart. With my wet lips, I croon:
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| Preeti Shenoy's third book. |
I take a refuge to create my healing
Amidst this chaos, I bend to collect my peelings
For I need them to restructure my broken red window; not so fragile anymore.
Tethered and pushed down, my hearts yearns for love; I'll still be myself and I'll still be mighty
For there is no trouble so great that cannot be much diminished by a cup of my-tea.
PS - This post is in reply to Preeti Shenoy's Tea for two(and a piece of cake) tuesdays, #3.
29 comments:
Nice one buddy. Loved the way you have used the vocabularies.That was a learning point for me!
Gr8, I jsut read your earlier story and now back to read this one too..
my god some words used are too hi fi for me , learnt a few new words
Bikram's
@Karthick: Hey thanks! I'm so glad you could pick up something from here. :)
@Bikramjit: Thank you so much Bikram. I'm indeed very lucky and happy that you're reading my posts. :)
I enjoyed the flow of your post....very aptly described with judicious used of the right words!
Thank you so much 'Me'. :)
Rachit, could you please send me a cup of your-tea. My taste buds are yearning for a fine cup of tea like yours. :)
Waiting!!
Nice thoughts about your mother, great mother.
wow!
This is exactly what i was looking for from you..
I am amazed at your being able to describe your feelings so well..so beautifully..
And yes..there is nothing like sipping 'my-cup-of-my-tea'.. ;)
Extremely satisfying.. just like reading your post :)
@Usama: Sure! Come over. I'll make you the best black tea in the world! ;)
@Rudraprayaga: Hey thanks! :)
@Saloni: Loved your comment! Maybe you could make me some sweet tea someday. I'll then tell you my satiate-level. :P
Wonderfully described feelings! :)
For someone who's a foodie and is concerned only with eating (like me), cooking something and it turning out to be edible, is like climbing Mount Everest ;) Well done!
Thanks a ton Ashna! Next time I'll make you climb Everest. ;)
I could visualize you making a cup of tea (for the first time) and then I was lost. The words were meant to be read and I read them but for me the story ended when you made the tea and sit by the window :)
I am still figuring out what to write for this prompt.
GBU
Arti
The part I liked the most-"I'm drinking my feelings"......and also the ornately used words..nice read..:)
Well said Arti. Even I was lost in the thoughts that made way when I looked out of the window out into the sky. :)
Hey thanks Rinku! :D
Amazing blog! I can only call luck that I stumbled upon it!
Keep writing...
Well, tea making and whole world around it was very enchanting. Somehow, I felt that the feelings of this writing was in this line...
"I'm drinking my feelings"
Loved the lines along with the picture. Impressive yet again...:)
wow..very well articulated..
"need to restructure broken window; not fragile anymore"
beautiful lines...
@Nilu: Thank you so much! Your comment made my day! :D
@Saru: You're an inspiration gun. Loved your comment and many thanks. :)
@Uma: Thank you so much! I loved that line too! ;)
And I'm having a cup of tea right now while reading your post :P
I want to read this book! Do post a review on it :)
Loved the post :D
@PhilO: Haha! Did you make it? :P
Sure! :)
@Sukku: Thank you so very much. :)
I still remember the first time I made tea. :D
From a person who didn't like to go to the kitchen to one who can actually make tea and then some more. Ironical... :P
I like how you have mixed emotions and life while making and having a cup of tea.
I am impressed by the ending lines.
Mighty/My-tea!! :-)
Hey thank you so much Kunal! Loved your comment.
Aaj kal toh green tea ka zamana hai! ;)
Such a simple thing written so beautifully :).
Great use of your words...We could add some new words to our dictionary.
@Jayanti: This small comment of yours will help me hold on to a huge smile! So much thankful I am. I'm so happy you liked it. :D
@Snehal: Thank you so much. :)
"I'm drinking my feelings!"
Very apt & thoughtful !!!! Nice....
Hey thanks Angie! :D
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