We all have certain habits. Some are as old as our first words and some are acquired over a period of time from people and things around us. Eventually these habits form our identities.

One of my many peculiarities is that I knock the tea sieve thrice on the tea cup after making my tea. It’s been with me for ages and anyone who lives around me knows that the sound of the knocks is louder than the aroma of the tea. I have never for once knocked it just once or twice.  It has to be three and that strangely in my head is the most important ingredient in my tea.

Apart from making the perfect tea, I also write. Now I need to acquire the habit of sharing the many tea stained pages that haven’t been read yet. I decided to serve them at 1:51 am one morning.


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