TeaCup

     It is a pleasure to see the glassware dinner sets, porcelain sets, juice tumblers and soup bowls stacked in different designs and colors in the shops. On one side of the shelves in the shops we can see there are large tea cups in so many colors, so many different designs, so many types of tea cups stacked with various bright letters like ‘I love’, ‘Best Mother’, ‘Friend’.It seems plausible to wonder why there are so many types of tea cups stacked in the shops.

But for family heads like Mrs.Srimathi that tea cup is the pride of the family. At 11 a.m.and 5 p.m. tea will be the most common in middle class family. Only those who experience this tea will know its thrill. At 11 a.m., sitting on a balcony chair with a large cup of tea, shaking hands with the ladies on the flat balcony next door, watching the squirrels leaping on the sidewalk, and enjoying the breeze can be the most delightful time of that day. Only those who experience this will know its thrill.

        Mrs.Srimathi wakes up in the morning and does not feel comfortable drinking coffee. The tea she drinks at eleven o’clock and at five o’clock in the evening is the most important to her. After the children left for school and her husband’s office, the maid arrived at 10 a.m. Srimathi made her cleaned the house, washed the dishes, dried the washed clothes and sent her within one hour and took the hot favourite tea in that particular large tea cup that she had bought in her favorite design, and sat down on the balcony to enjoy each sip in the natural environment. She will feel the memories of home born out of it while drinking tea like that in the novelty of monogamy.

         Everyone remembers mother, father, brother, sister-in-law, school friends. Raman is his brother’s friend. They had 10 children at home as they lived as a joint family. From time to time friends of the brothers also come to play with them. Raman will also come to play with them.

       On those days boys walked proudly with their newly grown mustache. She was the only one who knew that Raman often looked at her and laughed indifferently. One day she stood face to face with him and said, “The mustache has grown. So do you want to look through the window and smile for that?” Shall I tell about you that to my father? ”Raman who left that day and he never came to their house again. Even if she thinks about it now, she will laugh. When the teacup is emptied and running memories disappear you can see Mrs.Srimathi leaving the balcony with the empty cup and going into the kitchen.