Truly it is a sin to make a prosaic person write poetry, and when coffee runs through your veins, tea is akin to contamination. But you are poor, and anything anyone else make out of the goodness of their hearts for you is worthy of going down your throat. While no where close to being as stimulating as the excelsior of your life, it will do for the time being.
When your cup is placed in front of you, you sigh politely, and smile. It is not the drink that is special but the love with which the person makes it, someone you love very much.
But Surprise! Surprise! Today, there is milk in it! India tea?
“Drink! Drink!” your assistant prompts
You take a sip. The light comes back into your eyes and they sparkle like never before!
You know this calls for standing up and dancing like a lunatic. Onlookers with “what-a-weirdo” looks demands more dramatics! The person has just made your day is beaming too, and you can’t be bothered with the rest of the world.
Isn’t it Awesome when someone you love reads your mind?