Balcony Tea and Me

After settling down in our home in Salt lake, Kolkata post retirement, one of the finest things that enthralled me is greenery all around and almost pure oxygen to breath, (isn't that a relative term? We, the mortals of this century, can't claim right to purity of anything, even emotions, so almost is almost an absolute term). My favourite time of the day is morning when I sit in my spacious balcony on a sofa that has witnessed a long history of sour and sweet moments and enjoy my day's first cup of tea with my co-traveller of life journey while watching people rush through their chores. Every morning is an experience in itself. All our activities for the day are discussed right there before we disperse after an hour of peaceful time, although some of it is blotted by agonies printed in the news paper from the day before. Hearing our morning saga on most international telephonic conversations my son in law suggested a blog titled Balcony Tea and Me. Was he bored of my topics? Did he think I talk too much? Was I ruining their weekend by my non stop chatter? Initially these questions popped in my head and I did not indulge in the possibility but the thought persisted in my head. I convinced myself that at least he had faith in my writing capability. So here it is... Balcony Tea and Me!