i am my own eeyore.
you know, sighing. moping. drooping.
raining on my own parade,
like the rains i heard were not enough!
can't bear to hear myself.
so, i took it upon myself
to inhale in the pleasant
and comforting aroma of some tea.
add to that, the uplifting tang
of some lemongrass i bought
on my Friday jaunt
to the roadside farmer's market.
this is called gauti chai masala,
or, literally, village chai masala,
said the lady selling them,
crushing a bit with her fingers
and bringing it to her nose,
nodding at me to do the same.
she told me to make tea as follows...
.. and, as i inhale deeply,
my fingers let the warmth
from the hot cup seep into my weary muscles.
my mind is on mute,
my legs are numb.
let me sit here in lemony -gingery solace,
bracing myself for a new week
that starts tomorrow.
tea. after a long time.