My maths paper ended today! PHEWWWW!
It feels so good. :')
So, with happiness in my heart and contentment in my mind. I'd continue with Fantabulous February!
Tsk tsk, the month's already come to an end. :\
Continuing with what I am here for! *drum roll* FANTABULOUS FEBRUARY DAY 27! :D
My grandfather's thoughts about tea are always so fascinating.
In this world where coffee is how the world runs (not that he doesn't like coffee. :P), he quoted a sensitive journalist's account, 'We grab a coffee, but we take a cup of tea'
Tea was a different sensation altogether. You could never understand the real taste of tea unless you have it and concentrate on the flavors mingling in your mouth.
Whenever I observed my grandfather drinking a cup of tea, his face turned so content and peaceful. It was obvious that he was enjoying the tea fully.
I believed that his strange fascination for tea was because, he grew up in a land of fragrant tea gardens, Darjeeling.
He always told me about tea leaves and the role they play in making a perfect cup of tea.
The right quantity gave the right taste.
Inspired from him, my mother, my aunt and my grandmother automatically inculcated the habit of drinking tea in large amounts, just like my grandfather. After all, so did they live in Darjeeling.
The recipe was the same for all of them, hot water, tea leaves, and a pinch of sugar (that applies only to my grandmother).
To me, it always seemed like that tea is the only thing they require to keep themselves refreshed.
A cup of piping hot tea woke them up better than coffee or apples.
My mother also says, 'Earl grey, Oolong, Ginger-Honey, Green tea. Whatever it maybe. Darjeeling tea beats all the rest.'
This post generally talked about my maternal family's love for tea.
Trust me, it is actually fascinating!
The tragic thing is that, I have never liked tea.
But, I hope someday I will be able to. Because then, I'd too be able to feel the overwhelming sensation of happiness they do whenever they sip tea.
Ah! Tea. :)