Cuppa Tea
How about a cuppa?
Artwork and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2026, as an ode to the cup of golden brew
It's a wet rainy day, today February 8th 2040, as I put away my paints.
My study is warm and cozy, my life blessed. Ain't got no complaints!
My study is warm and cozy, my life blessed. Ain't got no complaints!
There's a gentle familiar tap on the door, it's my next door neighbor.
I glance at the clock. Oh my, it's 5 pm - time for a familiar flavor!
"Wretched weather" he says, as he hangs up his hat, to no one in particular.
"Nothing that a good cuppa can't put right, nothing fancy. Just the regular"
The tea is just the excuse. He cracks a smile, no words need to be spoken.
We've known each other donkeys years, now that she gone he's heartbroken.
"How's the painting?", he asks politely, but his eyes tell of a different pain.
We talk of the good old times; he lights up reliving our youthful days again.
"Another cup?, I ask, knowing we had just gotten started. "You make good teas"
He shot back. "Thanks", but I knew it was not the brew ‘twas the precious memories
Comments
Coming from South India, I had rarely had tea. Moved to coffee after the bournvita days. My first intro to tea are in our mess, but more importantly, I've loved and enjoyed the innumerable teas I had in the generous Pritha and Nilu's room !
Like your write-up, it was the warmth of their affection there, and the conversations !
Though I might add that then it was a lot always about the present and the future ! We were 22 or 23 only then ! (WhatsApp comment from an XLRI classmate on a chat group)