The Bond of Chai

I make him his cup of tea every day.
Just the way he likes it.
Lots of milk and half a teaspoon of sugar.
As I hand him his cup of boiling hot tea,
I hope for something,
more than a thank you.
I sit on the couch and watch the news with him.
Asking questions here and there
to make conversation.
I ask how his day was, why it was so busy, etc.
I then pray that some words would just escape his lips.
Not because he has to answer my questions.
But because he wants to
have a conversation with me.

Chai will forever be our bond.
Will it ever deepen?
That I doubt. But forever I hope.
Till tomorrows cup of chai...

1 comment

  1. 'Not because he has to answer my questions.
    But because he wants to
    have a conversation with me.'

    Wonderful!

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