Some tea talks hold more meaning than the day itself. A glass of tea is passed over the counter and the conversation begins. One person sips slowly because he is talking. Another finishes his glass quickly because he is listening. The moment goes on depending on the importance of what is being shared. Sometimes the tea becomes two. Sometimes three. The number does never mattered.
We speak about everything. Love, Politics, Bikes, Business, Friendships etc. Some talks are full of opinions. Others are just hmms and nods. Some days the words never come but the presence is enough. Just standing there beside someone and knowing nothing needs to be said also is a kind of peace. The air feels different. The tea tastes better and the world slows down.
The tea stall itself keeps changing. Sometimes it is just around the corner. Sometimes it takes a small ride to get there. Either way the direction is never random. We go there with the thought that today needs to end with tea and conversation. No matter how Hard or light the day was. No matter what went wrong or what went right. That one glass seals the day in a way nothing else can.
It was never about the drink and never about how long we stood there. It was about what that time gave us. Some days it gave clarity. Some days it gave warmth. Some days it gave nothing but still felt like something. And when that kind of moment stops happening, you do not always notice it at first. But over time you realise that no other part of the day has filled that space since.
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