Essay: Tea Is Love
It's not what they ask that startles me. It is the comeback the drink makes itself. Tea is love, I say, but some people do not understand. If you ask me why I love tea like how the drink loves itself, sometimes, my answer will be just a smile. Some people say it is neither sweet nor it contains nutrients they think I need. But have they tasted cold tea on a sunny day? Have they permitted their tongues and lips to collide while tasting that perfectly-made drink? Tea isn't just a drink for me. It is life. It gives me the power and courage to wake up every day, put my shits together, and do my work. Knowing that I will take tea after a long day makes my mind refresh which births a productive day. When its irresistible aroma knocks at the door of my nose, my nerves smile and that leads to a holy day. Tea is always there for me. It is that best friend that never gets tired of helping me. It saves me from hunger and thirst and is easy to make. It is not standoffish; it l...