Memories
The dawn had just peeped
Through the clouds
The sweet tinkling of teacups
With the smell of Darjeeling Tea
My nose came to full alert
My mind still asleep
The frying of ginger
In really hot oil
Opened up my mind
The aroma fills the house
My mouth waters
Hands throw the blankets
Steps towards the kitchen
Where the new tantalizing
Sounds of table being laid
And chicken being fried
Years have passed
And still the sound of teacups
And smell of ginger
Puts my mind on red alert
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2010
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