It’s 10:30p.m. (IST)
I returned like a good homie to cook the dinner but not much psi lasting for the night. Nerdy! You can’t cook food in the clothes dryer and there’s not much option left. Well…that’s leave me with ONE and it’s the regular — Teatime folks!
Yea! I'ma real tea lover, drinking several cups a day. For those, who alike me havin’ bulimia could survive. Hey, dats remind of MEM[1] we had today where the Big Boss with rueful diction ranted over the new coffee machine installed, recently to add employees’ convenience. Eewh. The blasphemed soul mull through a long list of flavor like chotu in a tapri (local tea stalls) finally concluding the Tea party thanking the Administration. Gee…!
Oh! I fail to mention every morning Qs where we bump into each other over snaky cubicles holding the warm liquid as a hand warmer. Excuse me… I jus wanna be alone and quiet in a room with a chair and a fireplace and hot brewing tea in the pot. In fact, I could try about anything — a very dark green verging on black tea with natural essences of bergamot, citrus and flowers, very mild and smooth. Or, a milky one with sweetener added to extravagantly.
Herbal tea? I'm surrounded by new age crap.
Tea is classy and regal. In fact, one could barter kingdoms and nation as they did at Boston, centuries back. Whoa! You can even relish the cup in English weather while they drop an Atom Bomb in the neighborhood. Hmm…you gotcha’ need some kindaa of addiction for that, weirdo. And, I have it.
All right, moron Time for me to have my own…then, I’d sell China to some Englishmen.
[1] Monthly Employee Meeting
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