1 Its tea time !

No wonder!!, a man's tea time is like a clock's travel. As soon as read, Inchara's pen slept. While reading her pen as special importance more than her .She felt it as light in a dark room to see a sculpted words in a book. She said in one breath no, it is a wonder!

She started to arrange the words of her thoughts as a paragraphs in a paper." As a bud waits for sunrays to bloom, i wait for tea time to arrive everyday". Around 30 minutes of my tea time fills the blank of self satisfaction of that day in a moment.

If i become chooser of a name plate of that duration, its honour for me. Name plate shining with a word 'reunion'. It is a suitable crown for that princess. A tea bell calls her, she left the screen. Are you wondering?!, you are disagrreing with that 1st sentence?!!!. Your opinion, your wish.

Her tea time is always special for her. Because, its a duration where she chit-chat with her sibling . She (Sibling) is the umbrella for her family. Whether the day is sunny or rainy, umbrella take care under the lives in it. Chit-chat, it may be fuuny, happy, sad... sharing anything with her is like a hug for a tired soul.

Expected, but not wished for this day to arrive. Unfortunately , it arrives earlier before it expected. Its a tea time. Others, giggling ,laughing , smiling , murmering. It hears her like this : Kitchen decorated with a perfume of cardamom flavour. Our throats is in the spring season with this ginger paste. Our tongue is luckiest one to enjoy this multi special charactersitic tea.

Everyone still in that aroma of their tea time. But she is not sensing anything. No cardamom flavour, no gingers taste, no multi specialities. She just went out of that court to see evening beauty of sky. She felt, whats there to see, its just sunset.

Again her footstep print take towards her books . Her pen starts to write : there are a multi specialities in that tea, as it is in past days. But, absence of chit-chat, falling down of name plate and no hug for a tired soul makes my sense organs to stop its actions.

A day passes, its again a tea time but with a absence of her umbrella. She writes a story called "Its tea time! ", just by reading it, her unfilled blanks of self satisfaction of that day filled.

A last few lines of that story goes like this: "One can feel the beauty of anything only when they enjoy it".

-Shireesha. M. V.