Brewing Assam grown tea leaves
mixing with boiled cow’s milk
fresh from the farm
adding 2 teaspoons of sugar
I serve.
I see the steam from the cup
rising steady, being so hot
makes sipping impossible.
Having done, I attend to
my other chores.
This being in the morning, and
at four in the evening,
I am beckoned. A warning, I receive.
“remember, to give me
hot tea”,
Surprised at the instruction,
I throw a sharp look at him,
he being no other than
my husband, I resolve
to wheel the stove
to where he is and prepare
tea, even then he would
complain. That is how
I am treated with no concern
or consideration.
Meenas Poems 