-----Said Emily Barnes, and it holds in my house too..
"If you are cold, tea will warm you;
if you are too heated; it will cool
if you are depresses, it will cheer you;
if you are exhausted, it
will calm you. "- William Gladstone
When I was growing up the first thing I did, after waking up was to walk into the kitchen drink the mug of milk that was kept for us. Make noises, because my mother never gave us anything else. It always used to be NUTRAMUL.
The neighbour's kids used to be given the occassional treat of coffee. Now if I look at it, it used to be a whole glass of milk, with a drop of the coffee decoction, for color, i'd say. But coffee, it was, and they were better off than us, lowly kids drinking Nutramul..sigh!!
And then the day came when I was in college. We used to spend days and nights working on our projects, working in groups, some of who were out of towners, so mostly stayed in hostels. But work we had to do, and then the best option for us was the simple tea.
It would be made in buckets I would say. I have never heard anyone of us refusing that cup of tea. Not to mention the fact that, the cup of tea would be had, and then the person would sleep promptly back on the sheets ..I for one, couldn't..
My love for tea, started then..continued on, to become a part of my system, such that I was sure at one point that if you pierced my veins, all you would find is TEA. I was addicted and how. The little brown mug in one of my friend's place, was my favourite. I'm sure all of us have one favourite mug.
I got married and during one of my visits to the crockery stores, I happened to chance upon a similar mug, and it was straight into my collection.
My love for tea, and its addiction has reached everyone's ears, and all those who meet me, they need not know me well. That i've been gifted all kinds of tea mugs, all the way from Srilanka, to Macau to Sundarbans.
But my favourite and my comforter will always be my first mug of tea that I drink every morning. It has to be in a huge mug and hold a good quantity.
"Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage. "- said Catherine Douze, And she was so right.
I have one set of mugs that I brought all the way back from my parents house, A beautiful one, that I covet even now. It hold memories, it holds stories and it is beautiful.
There is something about drinking tea in your favourite mug. But there's nothing like that mug of tea made by someone , and you just sit there for it..I'm sure you have some too.The liberty to hop across to your neighbours and say 'Give me some tea'..that's special.
My day 13 post for 'Marathon Bloggers'
It's been a fun 12 days so far at the marathon bloggers. The lovely posts that everyone puts up makes for such nice moments and have made some fun friends too. Do hop on there and read..I assure you, its gonna be fun.
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