My day at office starts with my favorite thing and fuel for my life, a cup of tea. Usually, the tea in the morning is below average and cold. Or lukewarm, but definitely below the standards of a standard tea. Anyways, I drink it because it is fuel to me.
Working all long, when finally it is close to 4 pm, my mind starts reminding me of the evening tea. After a day long work of typing letters, drafting emails, file submissions and sorting papers, it becomes essentially mandatory to have a nice strong cup of tea.
Typically, the tea that arrives at that time is most awaited by all. But alas, it is the close cousin of morning tea. Cold, blatant and tasteless. It furthur saddens the mood of all staff.
Sometimes, I don’t even have time to pee, leave alone the thought of grabbing a nice strong tea from the small corner shop on the same floor near office. Observing the daily basis cold service, I make time for a quick tea in the evening.
Ah; along with tea, it matters which peon is going to serve it to you today. If it is the most humble one, with the feeling of service and equality within, you will get a warm or hot tea. If it is to be done by a silent indifferent peon, you will have an average tea which you can adjust with. But if at all it is the turn of most arrogant and biased peon, you will get a black and ice cold tea served to you after couple of requests. He is governed by the malices bestowed upon him by varied ears and lips. So he creates an invisible unnecessary wall and brews hatred within his heart.
There is nothing one has got to do with him all day long, but he ditches at the very time you need a respite from busy work. And my love of tea is trampled by him everytime it’s his turn to serve.
A simple thing like tea, can create many barries, as has been created between me and the guy. Which takes me to the corner shop ultimately. The shop is quite urban but it does remind me of the revered Kalpesh’s tea stall outside my colony.
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