I was alone in the 6*6 apartment
The sunlight bouncing across the room made it look like an Eastman color movie
Reeking of solitude and gloom.

Work piled up as I struggled
To find an inspiration.
The article’s deadline is tomorrow…
Adding to the pre-existing pressure.

The birds shrieked.
The cars honked.
The cows bellowed and dogs barked.
Ahhh!!! I need a break
From this yellow afternoon.

I went into the kitchen
Took a pot
With water and a spoonful of sugar.
A generous amount of tea leaves
And a dash of ginger.

The fragrance of the tea
Filled the room with
Feels of calm and freshness.
As the sky suddenly made way
To clouds from the heavens.

The ceramic teacup clanked
As I poured the tea.
A sip filled my heart with glee.
The yellow sky had now become gray,
And to soft showers, it made way.
As I sipped tea, the time slowed.
I could smell the sweet rain,
The petrichor occupied my room.
The sounds of the surroundings
were toned down
As the breeze caressed my hair.

And then, it suddenly ended.
Screaming and shouting resumed.
Yet I was ready to write as the
Tea rejuvenated me
And my focus again zoomed.

Just a cup of tea
To stop the time.
Time… That doesn’t seem to stop.