Through the dirty glasses
The actual day and date of the event is quite blurry to me. I tried to recollect it, but it seemed to have vanished in the little black hole I have in my brain/mind, but the realization I had after that event was quite profound. It was just like any other day; I returned from the office. As usual, I was greeted by my wonderful family and my very adorable nephew. After I refreshed myself, I sat down to have black tea with them. As a child growing up in a middle-class family or was it a lower-class family, we could not afford milk powder. The ones we have were also reserved for the guests. So, we resorted to drinking black tea (water, tea leaf, and sugar). As a child, I despised it, and whenever I got the opportunity to have milk tea, I cherished every sip of it. But as time went by, my palate adapted to it, and later it became a source of familiar refreshment. Now as an adult, I can afford any tea I want but I still choose the comforting clarity of black tea at hom...