my faithful cup of tea

I know it will never get tired of listening.It has been with me since my first acquaintance with cognitive process. It never makes fun of me neither do I feel hesitant sharing anything with it
.It has witnessed my numerous tears and deep smiles.The moment I get hold of it,my soul feels flattered.
my faithful cup of tea.

Comments

goatman said…

You seem to be a poet
March 28, 2013 at 6:45 PM
Arooj said…

@ Dana
thanks

@GOATMAN
yes..i got my book published when i was 19 years bold....
March 28, 2013 at 11:16 PM
Rahul Bhatia said…
Nice writing, Arooj!
March 31, 2013 at 9:26 PM
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