17th of november, 2025
pitter patter on the roof
“ssssss” goes the kettle
click when it’s ready
“how many sugar cubes?”
my mom calls
plopped in the white mug
with the Tamil alphabet
‘neath the pink sky
atop the double decker
chugging down Willesden Lane
easy on the eyes
with a dash of milk
my palm presses against it for warmth
and i rest on the cushy red couch
scalding hot on my lips
too hot to drink!
and i blow a soft exhale
o’er the cup
of tetley british blend.
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