Tea Cup

A cup of tea is all I want in any state, come sun, come moon, come rain, come winter. A cup of tea is like a replenisher of heart and soul.

My day starts with a cup of ginger tea and ends with another cup of ginger tea.

I am best friends with people who love tea. Loving tea means ready to drink any hour of the day or night, after lunch or dinner, before lunch or dinner, while chit chatting, anyone is depressed or upset, can’t have good thoughts, there is no motivation today. A cup of ginger tea helps in everything. Right fron being an eye opener to heart opener, it looks after everything.

I really wonder how do people survive who doesn’t like tea???

I have made friends over tea, mended hearts over tea, cooled my anger with a tea .

A cup of tea and a gush of good thoughts and ideas. A cup of tea and a divinity falls upon my soul.

How can someone not love tea? It just does so many things. 🙂 ×3

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Travellers teach

We are born alone and die alone. It is no rocket science to understand it.

Spending forty years on the planet earth has been an interesting trip. Roads that went uphill and dropped into valleys, some places it was easy to climb and appreciate the surroundings, some places it was painstaking. Painstaking is to such an extent that we want to stop traveling.

No, that’s not what we have to do, we are to travel long and short, high and low , just travel.

Traveling actually is no big deal, its simple, its what everybody does and would want to do with their two feet, hands and eyes to see, brain to understand and appreciate. The important part is what we see, what we understand, what we leave and what we take with us further.

We are our experiences. We can’t escape our experience. We can’t stop meeting other travelers. We like, we dislike, we fall in love, we trust, we break, we are made, supported, so many varied experiences. The bag is full of all kinds of it when its time to leave earth. Its all okay. We don’t take anything with us.

The profound thing is about the travelers we meet.

Everyone has something to teach us, everyone has to tell something we don’t know, everyone is half empty and half full.

My unknown birthday gift

Oh well, it is not my birthday and not coming soon too. It’s mant more months to go, rather it was just 3 months ago.

This birthday gift snap comes from my friend this morning on message. Asking, ‘Do you remeber this?’

Me:’ what? The book or some poem we wrote and that got published in this book?’

Didn’t know why exactly she was sharing this picture for.

Few minutes later her message popped., ‘hey its your birthday gift, we gifted you years back.’

I was scratching my head, pulling my hair, tapping my brains when was this gifted to me!!!

I tried to assume everything that could have happened with this book.

Why is my birthday gift still with her?

Which birthday she gifted me this book?

Did she lend it from me to read after gifting?

Or !!!!!!?????

Finally, I asked her the million dollar question.

I don’t remember this book.

‘Did you ever give me this gift? Did you by any chance forget to give it to me.’

To which she had to write back,

‘seems so’

Hahaahaahahhaa..

This is how my friends are, my loving and dear ones.

Colour Blind.

Reading or hearing Colour Blind gives you a picture of people who cannot see colours completely or partially. Well even I have issues when it gets to the shades of sea green and blue, can’t accurately say which is which. But that’s minor. People don’t recognize many colours, all variations of orange are orange, they don’t know about saffron, chromium etc. etc., that they are not same, they are different.

When it comes to human beings, we have choices, the good, the bad, the ugly. Sadly, it doesn’t end there. We distinguish people with skin colours too. It is such a rude psychology to distinguish human with colours. Caucasian, hispanic, red, yellow, olive and so on. What wonderful names and spellings.

In India we have fair, brown(wheatish) and dark. People have their choices of colour and put others in these 3 slots and behave accordingly. Fair skinned people are always termed as beautiful, brown are kind of okay and dark are ignored. Hehehe yes, people i know have spoken so.

I generalize people with their behaviour, the good, the helpful , the simple, the down to earth, the smiling, the understanding and many more. Colour has no relation with me. I am an artist and I love all colours.

I was watching a movie and the story belonged to early 1900s where people with different colour had wars. (To cut the long story short). There’s a little girl who is born to an african father and an english mother. As she starts school the story begins, how a child is distinguised with colour and harassed by children.

She goes to the church , crying her heart out, not understanding the discriminations people have created. On hearing her cry in a empty church, the priest comes to her and asks her why she is crying. She asks the priest if God won’t allow her in heaven because of her colour. The priest tells her that

The doors of heaven are open for everyone. God doesn’t discrimate.

“GOD IS COLOUR BLIND.”