A Tale over Tea

Its a damp cold rainy midnight. Pitch black out the window. With bunged doors and blocked windows I can still get the sweet smell of the presently wet mud. My family is on their dreamy tour with a big ‘Do not disturb me, I’m peacefully asleep’ board on their face. In the darkest of dark, it is just me at my study table, a burning lamp, my ‘high tech notebook’ and a cup of hot tea to keep me awake and warm. The only audible sound alive in the house is that of my dad’s railway engines like snoring, my sister taking in between her sleep, my fingers puncturing the high- tech- notebook keyboard, Rocky howling in between the continuous dripping of the awful rain and my slurping of the hot tea.

Time to start the blog, I said to myself. The moment I started building my blog for New Media credits, a window popped up asking for the title of my- future- blog- to- be. There I was blankly glaring at my laptop screen for a while now. Originally, I wanted my- future- blog- to- be named as ‘Memoir of an Enigma,’ but I had already one blog named that so I couldn’t think of anything for that moment at least.

I got a few crappy suggestions from my sister and friends, though. They said I should name it ‘The Return of Memoir of an Enigma’ or ‘The Rise of Memoir of Enigma’. Guess, they must have known what an inactive blogger I am. My little over smart sister, the miracle marvel of our house, went to heights of calling it ‘Memoir of an Enigma Dwitiya’ (Meaning Part 2). That was it then! The thought of having any other damn name, anything, other than Memoir of an Enigma ‘Whatever’ was good to me.

It’s half past twelve now. I’m at a war with myself. Wasn’t the cold damp climate enough to numb my brains than the over thinking of name for my- future- blog- to- be freezing it like a slow death. The swallow of hot tea and the warmness it generates while holding in between my palms is already making me feel better. Honestly I haven’t felt this cosy and warm in a while now. And there it is. A sudden moment of epiphany. I’m eye balling my hot tea cup in my hand and back at the laptop screen. The tea and the laptop screen. Tea and screen. Tea. Screen. With a jolt of sliding my tea cup on the table, I write on the title space provided- A TALE OVER TEA.