The smell of T

The smell of moist earth might be the most universally liked smell that there is.

Across cultures, ages, any barriers that we may share.

Maybe there is something natural, something primitive about our like for that.

If you are a heavy tea drinker like me another smell you really like is the smell of fresh hot tea.

But then, yet another smell which is always present in your life but is one you dread is the smell of stale tea.

The smell of the tea left say, an hour or more after you drink it.

Of course, solutions exists in the form of moving the cup to the sink as soon as you are done, using disposable cups and tossing them quickly to the bin, using covered flasks rather than cups...

But all of them sort of take away from the pleasure of drinking the tea. At least they do for me.

I wish someone would make a type of tea which would turn off its odor once it is stale.

My Fabulousness

Scene :- A coffee shop somewhere in urban india. About eight months ago.

"So, you mean to say you want a guy who... say, looks like one of your favorite movie stars, agrees with you in everything but is able to write poems like one of your favorite Latin American writers, is well established in his career and earns good money but spends most of his time with you. Also, he is always saying how great you are.... ...hmmm.."

Kuttanpilla had his social anthropologist hat on (hey he was rereading Jared Diamond) and was the only one ready to listen to Giro, the only female in the group.

"He should also smell good. And no cologne. I hate cologne. And of course, no facial hair." Giro continued with a dreamy air in her voice.

Kuttanpilla "Errrr, have you wondered whether someone who is like that would prefer I don't know, maybe a Manisha Koirala with say, Medha Padkar's social conscience? I am just askin'..just brainstorming out loud, eh.."

Ubergeek former colleague Lala, interrupted the conversation he was having and added "And Lindsay Lohan's libido?...maaan, did u read, she just can't get enough....damn...definitely, that is my type."

Giro said. "Lala, please kiss my ass...and you too KP. I love your honesty but not this much please."

The others two on the table, along with Lala, got busy again making plans for some weekend trek or something.

Sometime later, Giro said "Well,sigh, tat was just a teenage dream. Now I am a twenty six year old woman. I know most men are jerks and worse, I am a jerk magnet. I am ready to compromise....sigh..."

Lala was intrigued enough to look up. "Hmm, tell us more.....also, that uncle over there looks lonely and he has been gawking at you for the last hour...is he good enough? "

She ignored and started....sorta thinking out loud to herself than to anyone else.

Kuttanpilla tried to postpone the emptying of his full bladder but the requirements were again starting to travel to latin america. By the minute it was getting clear he won't be able to last till she comes back to the Indian subcontinent he moved to the loo.

When he came back to the table, Kuttanpilla could feel the acidic chill in the air. Something had happened. The guys were trying to control the laughter and Giro had steam coming out of her ears.

Lala said with a straight face "Okay KP, we've figured it out. She actually wants another Giro,but with a dick
... and of course no cologne."

Kuttanpilla had to keep a straight face and pretend not to hear. He was the only certified 'non-misogynist' in the group and was keen to keep the tag.

So, he put his head down and wrote this on a paper napkin.
Which he found back recently.

Anand Translated

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