The lean girl diaries.....

The title gives you the exact picture. I am going to talk about tea shops and their significance. Let's get certain things out of the way - By tea shops, I don't mean the modern chai stalls, with their posh interiors (and chai worth thousands). The shops I talk about don't serve the fancy varieties of chai (Assam, Darjeeling, masala chai etc). It serves only 3 kinds - strong, medium and light (lite?) They don't have plush chairs , not even the aroma of tea leaves. They have broken benches, aluminium or glass tumblers and serve a homemade snack. So much for the fancy menu cards in modern cafes! I really honestly don't know if they exist in any other state than Kerala - even in Kerala, those shops are dying. Sure, we have a lot more 'thattukadas' (a version of roadside food stalls), but they aren't our beloved tea shops - 'chayakkada'. One final clarification, there are political thinkers like Habermas who talks about the importance ...

She waited. All her life all she did was wait. She couldn't take the plunge Couldn't bring herself to do it Fate and Providence sat in a corner With sad but hopeful eyes She was at the end, all she needed Was to jump and she could fly She started moving, running, sprinting Fate cheered for her, so did Providence But she stopped. Stopped right at the end. She went back and she waited. Down below the cliff, The world went back with a sigh.

Finger tips. The only part of my body that seems to work. Because my flesh crawls and tries to spit out the venom. Except I can't. I can't because my tongue is shut My spirit is sealed. I choose my life over justice Because I can. I have to. Because my fingertips are the only thing that works. Because my voice is just about the size of my fingertips. Note :   Everytime I stay quiet even after I know something is wrong , I tell myself it's for the greater good. I am a hypocrite. Atleast I realise that. Because who are we kidding? I keep quiet for my OWN good.