I was waiting for my cup of water to boil up in the microwave oven when I found out that I didn’t want to drink the tea I usually drink (I mean earl grey tea). So I’ve opened an old tea box and found a lonely white tea bag from Lipton. I had bought this one way back in the middle of 2005, when several pleasant things were happening in my life. Now I find my life boring.
With the smell of that tea, I can recall the smile of a girl and my stupidity. With the taste of it, I can remember a meal shared with a friend and our delight.
Sometimes I just miss people and past times. Right now, I find my life boring.
