She plucked each leaf
with tender care
so that the taste and aroma remained there
She hummed a tune as she went about her chore,
oblivious to the cold, cold air
Once or twice she pulled her weather beaten
cardigan tighter, used to doing that
Then she turned to look at her child,
who lay on a piece of cloth close by
And continued humming and
plucking tea leaves in the cold Darjeeling air.......
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