This post is written as part of 100 Words on Saturday hosted by Write Tribe. It’s been after ages that I am writing on my favorite 100 Words and what a better way to kick-start 2015. Wishing all Write Tribers a year filled with words.
The tea leaves told the story
It was a misty, winter morning. Rolling the palm of my hands, the chai-walla pouring the tea leaves in the boiling milk. I lit a cigarette and after I was done, only one glass of tea remained. The moment I picked the tea glass, I was distracted by a feminine voice, “Bhaiya!!! Chai. I am feeling cold.” She was longing for that cup of tea. I offered to share the glass of tea. She smiled coyly, “Friends,” offering a tight hand shake. Little did I know that the tea leaves would make us fall heads over heels in love with each other.