Last evening, I paid a visit to my revered place: Kalpesh’s Tea stall. I wondered for the first time how the place has aged. Although the physical appearance has remained same except the expansion by a new tin shed. It was around 7:30 pm and it was already dark. Vehicles, big and small frequented on the road each second. There was a heavy blanket of dust floating in the air, making it hazy and blurring visibility.
There are 3 trees at the entrance of the tea stall seating area. This gave the space for parking vehicles. Beyond that point were chairs strewn all over the place with stools in between. The shed had under it giant benches with a small folding table. The shop was accessible by all. Anyone could just walk in, take out products from the fridge and shelves to buy.
The small canopy of the trees mingled together and made a pleasant thin roof. I was sitting alone on a chair, by the tree sipping my tea. I looked up to wonder how places and memories age. I remembered my childhood days, when father used to force me to accompany him to this tea stall. At that time, the surroundings were quite untouched. Now, there is series of shops opposite this stall.
I further wandered far deep into childhood. I remembered those days of summer vacations when we used to sleep on floor with the air cooler. The smell of wet air from air cooler and the smell in the nights of summer would enthrall me. It suddenly dawned upon me that such small things could make me happy so easily. Now, happiness is sought after in gadgets and not oneself. This tea stall for instance had given me peace to reflect upon and generated a post like this.
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