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My Cup of Tea

Every morning it’s my habit not so new of drinking from a brimful cup, the piping hot reviving brew, as from bed I listlessly get up. I try various types of tea and their progeny, herbal, green, brown and even spicy, get the satisfaction of a low degree, often the sip becomes dicey. Gaining simple pleasure from concoction, I get to think is not my cup of tea, until in the Himalayan hill station, I taste the famous Darjeeling delicacy. The aroma of golden liquid delights my sense, drives me to go on a drinking spree, turns me into an addict of its pleasure hence, enthuses me to drink everyday a cup of this tea. _______________ February 10, 2023 Contest : A Simple Pleasure Sponsored by : Julia Ward

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