He sipped his tea and smiled in smug satisfaction. He knew he'd done a good job making it. Well begun is half the job done (Or a good lather is half the shave). The rest of it seemed trouble-free and uncomplicated. No adding a tea-spoonful of this and another of that. All that was left to do now was sit back and savor the taste that was!
He had known that feeling before. It was unlike any other. Tea didn't demand his attention at all times - it merely sat there on this laptop-board watching him type ravenously, not wondering for once if he was casting aspersions on its flavor. It just sat there admiring its luciferous self as the light from the fluorescent tube caste vivid and lucid patterns on its surface that merely reflected on his face. It was not for once, perturbed that he paid no attention to it, for he was busy punching keys on his keyboard, merely glancing toward it every now and then, just to be sure its still there and not spilling all over the place in ire, for it has been ignored for too long.
He'd known people who were that way. He'd been one. That's the thing with people. They're pretty unsure of things in life, unlike a cuppa' tea. He wished he were a cup of tea, for a cup of tea was always enjoyed, no matter what! It did not have mood-swings that made it unpleasant. It didn't taste funny when it was all grumpy. It had a degree of tranquility even when it was turbulent outside, a taste even when bitterness outgrew everything else around it. It had a feeling of solidarity with the person who devoured it, no matter how bad the his mannerisms. People slurping it without much gratitude meant little to him, for it was fair to all. Its heart (and mind) was free of all malice, unlike people who tended to change their stance from maleficence to benignity depending on who they were dealing with and the rapport they shared with them. Tea was like his laptop who let everyone punch in on the keys without ever complaining. It was like the fishes in his Aquarium, who got all excited at the sight of any human being walking by with anticipation of imminent food-frenzy!
And like his tea, he loved his fishes for they didn't discriminate people based on caprice and hearsay.
He had known that feeling before. It was unlike any other. Tea didn't demand his attention at all times - it merely sat there on this laptop-board watching him type ravenously, not wondering for once if he was casting aspersions on its flavor. It just sat there admiring its luciferous self as the light from the fluorescent tube caste vivid and lucid patterns on its surface that merely reflected on his face. It was not for once, perturbed that he paid no attention to it, for he was busy punching keys on his keyboard, merely glancing toward it every now and then, just to be sure its still there and not spilling all over the place in ire, for it has been ignored for too long.
He'd known people who were that way. He'd been one. That's the thing with people. They're pretty unsure of things in life, unlike a cuppa' tea. He wished he were a cup of tea, for a cup of tea was always enjoyed, no matter what! It did not have mood-swings that made it unpleasant. It didn't taste funny when it was all grumpy. It had a degree of tranquility even when it was turbulent outside, a taste even when bitterness outgrew everything else around it. It had a feeling of solidarity with the person who devoured it, no matter how bad the his mannerisms. People slurping it without much gratitude meant little to him, for it was fair to all. Its heart (and mind) was free of all malice, unlike people who tended to change their stance from maleficence to benignity depending on who they were dealing with and the rapport they shared with them. Tea was like his laptop who let everyone punch in on the keys without ever complaining. It was like the fishes in his Aquarium, who got all excited at the sight of any human being walking by with anticipation of imminent food-frenzy!
And like his tea, he loved his fishes for they didn't discriminate people based on caprice and hearsay.
3 comments:
Why all this bitterness???? :(
I refute it *thus*
(kicks an imaginary rock)
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