A Cup of Tea…

“Everyone..it’s raining heavily and it’s so very cold.And I think it’s the best time for sipping a hot cup of coffee ??”.

One of my best friend sighed excitedly and asked me to join her for coffee.

“Coffee…???Well..No, We all shall go for Tea!!” ,I said as always I do.

So here I am sipping my hot tea relishing my memories given by the umpteen number of cups of tea I have had till now…



Chai was always available at my home at any time. My mother always used to prepare an extra cup whenever she makes tea at home and stores it in the flask for she always knew some one would ask for more.

At home, a cup of tea is the very first thing everyone have as soon as they wake up. Its like a warming up exercise for the body and mind.
My father, he has his first cup of tea going through the morning news paper.
Whereas my mother gulps down a couple of cups tea in between the time she spends making the lunch and breakfast for us. I truly believe it is from these cups of teas that derives her the super strength to be so active until she sends my father to office and me and my brother to school and then to clear the mess we leave behind 🙂

Well, I too wanted to have tea. I used to ask my mother to give me tea, but she always refused gave me only a glass of milk.
Yuck!! I never liked milk and I always wanted to have tea.I never knew till then that milk is such an integral part of tea.

The evening comes with this unsaid ritual at my home. As soon as my father comes from office, my mother would be ready with his cup of tea, along with a beautiful smile.
As I watch him drink his cup of tea, I realize its an art. He used to smell the tea for a while, wait for it to be a little cold, even though he wants the tea as hot as possible when he gets it and then sip it little by little.
He takes almost ten to fifteen minutes to finish the tea.The cup of tea does gives its magic.My father becomes energized and happy.My mother, she becomes so delighted to see my father having his tea and releasing all his tensions.Even if it were holidays, everyday at the same time my mother made him a cup of hot tea and watch him drink it.

When ever any guests come to our home, my mother always served them with tea, no matter what time it is.I have also seen this tradition at every other home I have visited.Its always chai with biscuits or chai with other delicious sweets. Chai was always there no matter there were snacks or not !!..:)

And sometimes A cup of chai acts as a remedy for a strong head ache, “Here, Have a cup of hot tea, You will feel a lot better” is a common sentence spoken in any Indian household.

The more I think about “A cup of tea”, I realize how this cups of teas has been a part and parcel of our lives till now, even us acknowledging it or not.

Gradually as time went by, I too started preparing my own Tea. I also prepared tea for my family only after a couple of initial disasters.
My mother, even though was so worried about my disasters, felt really happy that I learned to make a cup of tea. May be she would have thought that at times she could ask me to her make one.
And my father was also truly happy..he said that it was the tastiest cup of tea he had ever had. And I was very proud of myself.Ha, fathers you know.
In my class, no one had yet started to light a stove, let alone prepare tea. Some of my friends didn’t believe me when I told them I have prepared tea all by myself.They decided to drop by my house to have my tea, it turned out so well and my friends praised me for the same.A cup tea can indeed do wonders..

Once again cups of tea came for my rescue during the board exams. I still remember those nights of study leave when I ask my mother to make me flasks full of tea so that I don’t sleep. Most of the times it happens that, I drink the tea and sleep peacefully at night.
My mother seeing that whole flask empty believed that I was studying all night. But I should say a lot of cups of tea did rescue me on the night just previous to exams, it was always the D-day for studying.

I missed a cup of hot piping tea the most was when I had to stay in hostel for my higher studies.
Just outside our college gate was this makeshift Tea shop!!.I always wanted to get a cup of tea from that place, but I could never as the place was always crowded with boys and gentle men of that locality, though this did not hold me back from sniffing up the beautiful aroma of the tea made.It was so good!!.that I used to wonder about the taste of the tea.

Everyone along with me in our hostel yearned for a good tea, but the hostel mess provided us with “water tea”.It had more water; milk was just for namesake. Sometimes they used milk powder instead of milk which sort of changed the taste of tea.
The “smell” of tea itself was disgusting, but still we all used to have the “water tea”. It gave us the energy to keep on chattering and gossiping about boys, teachers, love birds, labs etc.
The only remains of those days are the memories and the hundreds of cups of “water tea” we all had together.

Even without cups of tea for night shifts I was able to complete the studies and join the IT industry along with thousands of others.

With a  job in IT comes “the cup of coffee”. It made me even forgot how a cup of tea used to taste. A lot was happening over lot of cups of coffees 😉
I even stopped taking tea from home. Every evening along with my father’s tea, my mother gave me coffee. But later on, I guess a lot of coffee made me hate the Coffee all together. I again wanted to have a cup of tea.I realized, tea was something special.

The came the day like in every other girls life, when I will judged by the cups of teas I served.I was shaking while serving tea to my future in laws and husband. But then the cup of tea prepared very specially by my mother, did make some magic :).I am just exaggerating my experiences. But, I did feel that the cups of tea plays an important role in defining the future of the marriage.!!

In these hectic days, all I need is a cup of tea which readily suck in all my tiredness. Now, I am the one who serves my husband with a cup of hot tea and I am so delighted to see him relish his tea.
I feel some emotions which might be the same as my mother would have felt.Thus making me realize that I have completed a major cycle in my life with lots of cups of tea 🙂

Hmm…A cup of hot piping tea…in a rainy day…nothing more…nothing less..!!


Linking with Friday Reflections : Tea or coffee? Pick your vice


I achingly longed for him,
For the silence was deafening
He, the one who plays the tunes
And to which, I lovingly sway
Sometimes gently,
Sometimes vigorously
Longer are his songs on some days
Just a while, on others
At times he brings his friends
Who makes me tingle and sparkle
Mesmerised in their music
I give away my brittle babies
Slowly he stops his song but I remain allure
Away he takes the bodies of my dead children
And fumingly I wait for his return
But then, with his approaching music
I forget my dead children
And I simply give way to his needs
For its a vicious circle
His tunes and my dance
Are inseparable
For as long as life exists
“The wind plays his tunes
Along with his rain friends
A lone banyan tree sways
Shedding away her yellow brittle leaves…”

That day…

I was in a deep and dark slumber
Entangled in the roots of  my despair
Trapped away in my cynical world
With doors and windows
That opened to the blank walls

Suffocated and torn in the dungeon
My dried eyes refused to shed tears
My shriveled legs refused to run away
My mind refused to believe in anything
Frantically, I searched for a way out

I yelled for help with no voice at all
I kicked the dilapidated walls
A single unfit brick fell off, miraculously
A  streak of light lit the corner of the room
Taking the cue and to end my misery

I kicked to make many more bricks fall
Slowly and steadily I made an escape way
Then I realized, it was not my first time here
But I resolved this must be my last time here
I closed the portal to that alter the world
and chose to slip the key away

I was thus reborn “That day…”


Linking with 


The Tree

The roots, strong and grounded

The branches, spreads a warm welcome

The million leaves, green and brittle

The trunk,mighty in the face of storm

The twigs,but bow humbly to the breeze

The huge home, to a few hundreds

Forcing but none to stay

Takes the trash and gives us life

Harming none on the on the way

And yet we, the “humans” destroy

“The Tree”



In response with the Daily Prompt : “Tree

Picture Courtsey : Google

Note : Edited 🙂





Train Memories

It’s been ages since I had travelled in a train,almost close to 2 years now.Once an integral part of my life, I almost lost the touch of “train travel”.

When I was first posted to Chennai as a Software Engineer,I remember the first time I had to travel alone on a train.My first journey in “Chennai Local“.I had made plans for this grand day for some time then as travelling by buses was a pain.But then,I struggled to get a ticket after standing in a queue for about half n hour at Tambaram station and missed the train which I was supposed to get.And while boarding the next one which was jam packed,I vowed to myself never to catch the local again.tambaram.jpg

But then I had to give it a chance once more.I bought a season ticket to avoid the long queues.I then observed and learned on train travel ettiquetes.I understood how to get into the train for starters, which part of ladies compartment will people be less occupied as in I might be able to stand,when to start from the “seat to door ” as you arrive at your station,how to stand near the doors,how to take minimal space to occupy a seat,how to observe people without them knowing,how to tie the shawl with only eyes popping outside,how to buy those small samosas and what not.Except for the “begging” part especially by children,everything about train journeys became awesome!!

Once we friends decided to go to a far away mall.But we could not and chose not to buy the tickets,just for the experience.Luckily the TTE caught us and made us pay a hefty fine which just put a hole in my monthly budget!!

The scariest yet memorable incident was like this.I was working late and the last train from Parannur was around 8:30.I didn’t know that at that time the station and the train would be so deserted.Anyways,I didn’t have a choice and I simply occupied a seat where there were other ladies.The train chugged for a few minutes but then came to a sudden halt.We started hearing loud noises and spark of lights and when tried to locate the source, we found that the electric connectivity between the train and the trasmission wires were in fire.It was a kind of Diwali :).Suddenly every one started screaming and started jumping off the compartment and ran.I too wanted to jump but only then it dawned on me that I am not at a platform.The trains were very tall and with no other way,I jumped  into the stone gravel.But now the next station to both ways was almost equal distance.It was very late and I didnt know what to do ? Meanwhile, my parents called me if I had reached,did I have dinner and the usual stuff.Though I was afraid and wanted to yell,somehow I managed to lock things in my heart.I had already started following the crowd,walked half a km climbed through thorny bushes and prickly stubs of shrubs and some how reached the highway.Walked a further more,took a bus to my home.I was shocked and shivering but I was happy that some how I faced the situtation without damages.That was the last time I travelled in a local train at night!!

Well the long distance train joureys were also fun.One time I almost witnessed two people having $ex .It was like the scene in movie “Enemey at the Gates“.I had occupied the lower side berth and from where I lie,I could see the upper berth.Now,In the middle of night,I woke up just like that and to my surprise couild see something but could not register what I was seeing.Welll,when I was conscious enough to understand what I was seeing,I didnt know what to do.I wanted to watch,but also not watch.I felt thristy but could not move my hand to lift the bottle and drink.Well,I simply slept again :).And the next morning,all I could do was grin ear to ear when I saw them sitting opposite to each other without even looking.

Another time I saw a couple waving good byes to each other in a way I guess only they could say.And one time I became friends with this elderly couple who were going to visit their only son and his family who was working in my hometown while I was travelling to my home from theirs.It seemed that their son didn’t have time to go home for the holidays.I could send the anger and the sadness that parents carried with them on not being able to spend time with their only son.I hope that one day their son realizes what he was doing! Sigh! Another one time,I slept off and didnt even knew that the train had reached its destination.It was a RPF officer who saw me happily sleeping and woke me up.He asked for the ticket and other stuff.Luckily the last stop was my hometown.It was a surprise visit to my home and no one was there to pick me up,else I would have got an earful about how careless I am.

And so many adventures and memories came to me as I had to travel in train,alone for past few days 🙂