Once in a while if I get back from college before 5 or those weekends or holidays!
The tea time with just me and you mom!
Not that your tea was great :)
But those 10 mins that you would spare from the nasty kitchen you live in most of the time you are home - An evening with a beautiful sunset or a sunday morning 7.
Sitting on the floor (the sofa would be right behind us; who cared?) with two eversilver tumblers and a bowl -I always remember that posture of yours - One leg sprawled over the folded another.
The stories we get to talk - My college, your office, your complaints about appa, neighbourhood, backbiting relatives and yeah our small fights as well! . You wanting to get back to chores at the kitchen and me begging for some more time. The touch the warmth...
Somehow the tea is not so good now ma.
Those wonderful moments will be cherished in my memory ma, for God knows if we will ever get it back!
