Tea and life, the meanings

What's in a cup? No, not a storm, you gossip mongers. Jahaan dekho, you search for gossip, intrigue and suspense se bharpoor drama. Nope. It's not that. Tea. That's what's there in a cup. At long last, after so many years, I have started to recognize Missus's haath ka banaya hua Tea. Probably, Tea is like life. It takes nearly 22 years to actually know someone. Adrak is like the instinctive thought and sugar is like the positive action loading up in any human. Milk is the aura. Tea leaves are the style. The final potion in the cup is of course, the magic, any person is. The mix of the known and the unknown. You don't know for a long time as to why that particular boil is there in a person. Why they respond as they do. What's their reason? Why am I ruminating about tea and life? No really. Men, do the women in your life know how you make tea? And similarly, Women, do your men know how you make tea? It is something like those TV games. Husband asked separately. What colour does she like? Gleefully he says, black. Then camera pans on to her. No way, she says. Blue is my favourite. He stands their with a lost puppy look on his face. It's why I like old couples. At long last, they realize what the other in the couple wants. 30 or more years it's taken by then. Then, they grow attentive to each other's needs. Say, you want to make lauki for them. Uncle says helpfully and mildly, "Beta, leave the lauki, woh na, she doesn't like lauki." You naturally keep it aside. But then you wonder. What's it that's clicked for them? Years of being around each other probably. Unconsciously watching each other while they stab at phones, see IPL, talk on phones, listen to Asha Bhosle or even sing off key "Chala jaata hun Kisi ki dhun mein". She also registers him. Disliking shoes with with pointed fronts. Wiping the laptop everytime he started work. Swatting flies. Cutting nails with vigour. Taking calls from workmates and starting off with "kaise ho"! Everything matters. In fact, these usual things matter the most. It's what they remember, when the one or the other passes on. And life or tea or both comes to a shuddering halt.