You have trap & bass running in the background. You have just showered and are picking out some colourful clothes to put on. You are dancing away as you get ready and you plan to meet your friends. But at the last minute, they cancel – they have their reasons. But you are all dressed up and are feeling yourself after a few days of being locked up in your own mind for many various reasons which now seems completely induced but at the time it was necessary to wallow.
What do you do?
You feel particularly beautiful. It stings a little that you were ditched. You look outside your window, it is a bright sunny day with sweet wind kissing you on the nose. It smells like lemons and how cherries taste. You breathe it in deeply, as you turn around, you see yourself in the mirror and see a faint smile. You admire yourself for a minute and decide you will take yourself out. On a date!
The cab ride seems like a walk in the park where birds are chirping instead of the honks of the cars stuck in traffic. You decide to get little adventures and go to a place you have never been to before. After a skip, hop and a shoe click away, you reach your destination.
It is not dark yet, but it is not as bright as well. You choose to sit on the ground floor open roof area with trees and plants all around. Each tree has fairy lights strung to it and you think to yourself ‘this must look like a wonderland at nights’. The rustic feel of the bistro keeps you elated.
As you are taking in the beauty, your stomach rumbles. Taking a look at the menu, everything looks mouth-watering. Finally, you settle on broccoli soup, spaghetti aglio olio, and water to wash it down. You are hungry and the food is brought to you before you know it. You add a little pepper to your soup, take it slow to savour the moment and taste but after a few spoonfuls, you began to attack it because it was the best thing you have tasted. Then comes the pasta, you eat a mouthful and moan. This one, you take your time to eat, flavours dirty dancing on your tongue, teasing you with every bite, sliding down your throat and each time asking for more.
You forget yourself and just enjoy the fireworks that are taking place in your mouth. After you are done with the last bite, you realize you are stuffed. There goes your plan for having a piece of cake for dessert. Your waiter brings out the menu again asking you to select something to end your meal with. You get too embarrassed to decline. You pretend to take a look. At the end of the menu, it says butterfly something tea, assuming it is some hot water with a coloured tea bag, you order that. Thinking you can just pretend to take a sip and not like it and leave.
The tea is bought out. There is a pot of hot water with flowers in them, it is blue in colour. There are some cut lemons next to it. You thought this was supposed to be a glass of tea, surely there was a mistake but the waiter reassures it is what you have ordered and asks if he can put in the sliced lemon. As you shake your head, he drops it into the teacup and pours you a glass. The colour changes from blue to purple right in front of you. It surely is magic. It looks so dazzling. It is the star of the show.
You take a sip without sweetening it. Tea tastes warm, mellow and as the night’s soft breeze brushes past it turning it into a sweet melody playing just for me. The tree stands a little taller and the lights turn a little brighter and the soft music being played in the background almost turns into a whisper. By the time you finish the cuppa you know, you will be a tea-head for life.
You walk out of there like you are floating on air. It was a memorable day and tea is what tied them all together.