Sepala Weliwitigoda

My Cup of Tea

My Cup of Tea

A good cup of tea with biscuits, good company, a delight, a conversation on politics, a storm in a teacup, a gentleman's opportunity, within the bounds of polite discourse and established etiquette, to vent conflicting opinions, while the cup of tea is waiting to be sipped, enjoy its fragrance, inquire about its origin, harp on its pedigree, and earn a seal of approval.

Tea, a plant knee high, on steep hills, like shaved heads painted green, embracing the wide span of the sky, roamed by men and women with baskets hanging from their heads, nipping the buds, for the gentleman and the lady having tea with biscuits in the evening in the suburbs of London: things reposed in my cup of tea, I have taken for granted.

 

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Comments2

  • orchidee

    Having a whole pot of tea there?! heehee

  • Accidental Poet

    Not a tea drinker myself, but a very nice write here Sepala. ; )



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