i wonder why people sip on their tea. the real joy comes when you glug the hot steamy liquid and it gushes down your throat cleansing away with it all the pain that is stuck in there. and the space inside you is redolent with the divine aroma of tea gardens providing you a little escape on a hill in darjeeling or himachal where life still hasn't assumed this relentless pace. round the corner a little shepherd boy walking to the tune of the village folk song he whistles into the quiet morning winks at you, helping you laugh away the wearisome, bothersome worries of last night. as the tea makes way into your belly the comforting warmth enters into your fatguied muscles and for a moment they are flaccid...realxed and soothed. so melliflous is the tune it plays that by the time you're done with this little cup of healing you are no more the tired, grumpy complaining monster that woke up groggy eyed but have metamorphised into a renewed, refreshed, exuberant and benevolent soul, looking foward to rummgae through the contents of the day. i have learnt to never undermine the powers of this little cup of joy.