Tea Tale

The music of the meekly splashing waves against the stilts of the water bungalow, the red-orange ball of fire resigning for the day, the school of fish merrily prancing in the warm waters of the Indian ocean - ah! What a sight! What an experience. Together they sat on the wooden deck, sipping on their tea - freshly brewed Ceylone tea - Dilmah tea. She loved the taste- savoring every drop. She dint know if it was his presence, the ambience or the tea. She dint care. She was at peace. "We must buy it when we stop over at Colombo" she said, and true to her words, she bought 3 boxes of it, Ceylone Supreme and Ginger Green tea. She looked forward to drinking it, cherishing it and reliving the moments of bliss that the island had offered. Little did she know that Lady Luck had something else in store. She reached ARId-ZONe and there was no sign of her bag or her well packed, carefully wrapped Dilmah boxes. She was understandably upset and annoyed. Eventually, she got over it. Then one day, she said to him "I wish my bag dint go missing. I could have sipped on some Dilmah" and she continued to chitter-chatter about unimportant things. A week later she received a package. She opened it with utmost curiosity. She loved surprises- so she was sure she was going to love this. When she opened it, she had a wide big smile and lightly moistened eyes. There she saw were 3 big boxes of Dilmah tea - Ceylone supreme and Ginger Green tea. She realized it then - it wasn't the tea or the ambience :).