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Over A cup of Tea


At the corner of the road
within the premises of a Bank
a tea vendor has her stall.

A makeshift one polycarbonate
sheets as roof, a table with the huge boiler,
and six plastic chairs,

Her hands prepare tea and snacks
while her ears follow closely the gossip
that goes on.

 A kind of search engine
 akin to Google, she is abreast of all
events in the neighbourhood.

She wields an influence like a Councilor
turns furious when miscreants taunt her
 A genial and a firebrand at the same time

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By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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