The world of brewing thoughts in a cup of tea.

A goodbye letter was found on her desk at 5.  An unusual Friday evening.   While the room saw many beaming smiles, she was exhausted on her job drama.  Back home with a heart full of regrets,  she was ready to retrace her steps,  in the misery 2020.  Yet, all the woes found their decimal point, in Jagjit Sing's alleviating ghazal; //Aaj Janaa Pyaar ki  Jaadugari Kya Cheez Hai,  Ishq Kijiye Phir Samajhiye,  Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai,  Khulti Zulfon Ne Sikhhayee, Mausaumon Ko Shayaree.//  Played on the TV flowing with the library scene.  That pleased smiled came back on her lips, through her electrifying veins.  A warm hug and a cup of chai  broke the silence,  Maa's routine, every evening at 6.  Home's scent was finally coming in with a wave of freedom,  as her steps drew closer to the bookshelves, shucking off the night-clubbing texts. Her lost ishq was found again,  in the books dwelling happily in the lights.  An unusual yet unruffled Friday. 

"Butterflies and rom-com you say?" Read the first line of Jai's "letter".  A love poem you asked, but can i invite you to peep into my mind instead?  You are the one who collects our little things, and me, well, mixed thoughts in a pot. That one fine day, when you kept blaberring about your obsession of Rachel and Ross, I found myself in a suffocating box. Our interests do not match. And symmetrical hearts, you say? And it still amazes me, how you went home with a little piece of my heart that day. All I know is that I met light, when your little fingers touched mine. Maybe this is, how the authors define love in your books.  Red roses, you ask? Can I offer you my playlist instead? Or can I play you something with my chords, while reminiscing about your scent? You dream of having pancakes with me, on a Sunday morning, but I prefer us, to be on the rooftop at 5am. And maybe I'll just kiss you under the flawless transition of the sky from dark to lilac. Wake u

"The cool breeze blended with the sweet aroma from the teapot in this late summer dusky pink sky. Amma reached out for the radio tunes, reminiscing her tea dates with Appa on the same veranda. She sipped in from the cup, bringing her the bittersweet realisation that they will not feel the taste of love and laughter again.  Happy and calm thoughts came crawling back though her veins as the melodious old songs playing on the radio, gave her one more chance to re-create Appa's written songs on her sitar. The dusk felt beautiful over the wooden light lamp, when she was lost in her favorite instrument. And then, her tear drops were no more mixed with pain and agony of losing her beloved. The simple touch of her sitar strings constructed a new journey for their undying love. Amma found solace while playing and Appa gained his smile back in heaven.  Maybe, just maybe.. this is how we build love out of ourselves for someone lost in the galaxy. It was all about time, when the worl

 To the handsome brown guy with a million dollar smile,  Thank you for giving me all the butterflies in the small tummy, each time your eyes sparkled in the sun. Thank you for kicking out my Monday blues, while waiting for the bus in the chilled weather. You were my sunshine amidst the dusty morning rains. This little heart really believed you to be the charming prince in her improvised fairy tale; with no pretty gowns in antique castles but in between the fictional characters from the books she lived in. Irony fits right in, as the feelings decided to pour out into words after so many years... Yes! The same innocent adoring feelings which made me go speechless in front of you. How I wished, we had our own time, where it would all freeze in the moment.  Thank you for giving me the simple days, where this little girl accepted to wake up one hour early just to have the gorgeous braided hair, adorned with her weird smile and eyes full of innocence. Thank you for making my mornings beautif