Freshly Brewed Tea

-I  used  to  once  upon a  time  enjoy  having  fun  with  friends  who  loved  cooking  or  eating  , Fun means  enough to  eat  and  eating  is  fun, some  of  my  class mates  were  in  different  times  from other  cultures  , in my  family  we  always  had  enough  to  eat  , all siblings   liked  to  have  different  things  for  meals  and  snacking, we  made  friends  who  had  similar   eating  habits,  i  for  once  had  some  room mates  in school hostel  from north eastern hills  , the  tribal  girls  from various  communities   liked  eating  tomatoes, i  preferred  not  eating  tomatoes  soaked  in water  bucket  and  cit  and  eaten raw, i  liked  cooked  soups  or  yogurts , flavoured  milks  and  shakes  and  lassis  and  ice  creams  with  cold  coffees  and  hot  chocolates 
-later  in life  i  learnt  to  have  tea  as  a  social  occasion , visiting  my  friends  in the  hills  , every  tribe  had  a  separate  style  of  making  tea, red  , green, milky  , herbal, spicy  or  just  black  or  fruity  or  floral  scented
-i  had  by  then  cultivated  with  a  south  india  brahmin  friend    to  have  hot  coffee  after  masala  dosa,   but  i  discovered  all my  relatives  and  friends  from my  parental  side  did  not  have  my  taste  and  i  had  to  either  accept  what  they  cooked  or  reject  the  meals  and  stay  hungry  till i  found  some  south  indian  restaurant  that  served  masala  dosa  with  coffee
-exchanging  gifts  is  a  nice  tradition  and  again all my  mixed  friends  and  acquaintances   brought  gifts  on festivals  and  then as  it  was  customary  to  open cocacolas  or  juices  or  in winters   serve  hot  cup  of  tea
-every  time  i  get  up  in the  morning  i  make  myself  a  large  cup  of  tea, red  colour  smells  fresh  of  tea  leaves   brewing  their  richness  into  the  boiled  water  , a  spoon of  sugar  and  some  milk added  brings  out  the  real  morning  feel, the  liquid  is  the  colour  of  pure  honey  and  the  steam escaping  from it  rises   floating  directly  into  my  nostrils ,  like  a  wine sipper  expert  i  hold  my  mug  and  breathe in and  then  a  long   sip  , great  tea  time