If you do not like or share my post, I won’t mind. If you choose not to let me know how much it makes you feel warm or how many times you read through it, I won’t bother. As long as my written pieces will sooth your soul and will bring hopes to you, I will write. I promise, I will write.
On a stressful day I would like to end my day with a cup of tea.
If it is the month of September, then a cool breeze will touch our eyelashes in the soft afterglow.
As soon as I will sip the essence of boiled tea leaves filled with your warm presence,
Holding your arm in one hand and holding the tea cup in another, I will find peace.
We will not utter a word, we won’t have any.
We will know each other’s every day, every moment, every tear and every smile.
Still we won’t get bored or will not feel lost.
We will be happy in that silence.
We will watch the sunset together, we will steal a moment from life.
The sound of sipping tea from the cup will be our solace,
The smell of steaming laal cha mixed with your fragrance will be my heaven.