After giving a fair boil, he started
filtering that liquid into small white plastic cups. His eyes were keenly observing that dribble
but he left his ears on the words, bouncing from radio. The news was terribly
painful, about attacks, killings and religion. He glanced at the customers… waiting
for their tea-cups and then he read his sign board… his heart sank.
“Khan Bhaiya, One cup…Strong one”
someone said.
He sighed with great relief and started serving that divine drink with a thought “Is there any problem that tea can’t resolve."
- Ankita Chauhan
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