Oct 23, 2008

i live for some-time else

it's really a problem... i either live for tomorrow (i always set the alarms for all the tasks that need a reminder tomorrow, today; i try to save money for tomorrow; i save the pleasures of today to be able to enjoy tomorrow... but till date that tomorrow in my mind hasn't come) or i live in yesterday (this latter i put on a facade and deny vehemently... but yes, a large part of me, which i try to hide from everyone, lives in ruminating, in nurturing the pleasant memories, analysing unpleasant ones)...
so this wooden box, a perfect cuboid, which contains first flush Darjeeling tea, that sits prim on the top of my refrigerator in the kitchen is taking my attention away as i write this... it is past midnight, R is in dreamworld, B is snoring... but i am caught with the wooden box... it was a gift from Fortnum & Mason when i was on work at London this summer... wrapped nicely, i did not have the time to open it and see then, though some Chinese journalists did comment on it, saying what a useless box to carry all the way to Shanghai... can't blame them though... they are used to herbal or green tea... that Darjeeling tea is a delicacy that few relish, as the lady from Australia commented, "in case you do not want your box, do pass it on to us." to our Chinese friend...
first flush... a term i heard when i was still single-digit old... and one reason why i hated Mumbai was because the entire city drank Assam tea from Lipton or Brooke Bond... so until i discovered Girnar Tea on Dadar West, just outside the station, i did not drink tea...
tomorrow i will empty the contents in a container and throw that wooden box... it reminds me too much of the time when tea was bought in wooden boxes from some tea garden in the Dooars, in the foothills of the Himalayas, in North Bengal...
i will have to live for today, starting now... to hell with my ruminating self.

1 comment:

deep said...

Parbena didi toamr dwara ei aabeg katano jibaneo hobena! jekhanei jao na keno u carry it in ur hart to ur last day...........home is ONLY where the heart is