Author: Devendra Dhakad

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4 AM and a cup of black tea

“Take this ..” his words attracted my attention again. He was holding an old stainless still glass having uneven surfaces and contours all along its periphery. May be it reflected the wear and tear it had gone through throughout this man’s travel. I saw some vapors coming out of the glass. It was the black tea that he had made on those cinders and residues of the fire. I sipped the tea. It was only hot water, a spoon of sugar and tea powder without any milk. But it tested well.