Pomegranate Green Tea and Me
The two little girls giggled with abandon as they flew with gusto on a make-shift swing. Coir rope and a jute bag is all it took for the swing to come about and they knew where they would hang it on the local olive tree. The girls had spent many an afternoon playing varied children's games under the tree. It was their Kalpataru that sheltered their flights to the world of infinite possibilities and dreams and promised to nurture their aspirations. Old Oly, as they named the tree, was their confidante and had little choice when the girls borrowed one of his sturdiest branches to fix the swing. The swing was another way to let freedom caress their faces and water their heart. The olives tasted tangy and their ideas sweet. As I take small, lazy sips of the pomegranate green tea, a multitude of such snapshots from the past rumble and tumble, eager to please. The softness of the blended flavours of fruity pomegranate and no-nonsense green tea soothes frazzled nerves and lets...