Saturday, March 24, 2012

Tea, Tea, Tea Please

"An office worker is alive by tea, an artist is alive by loneliness".
                                                                                                                              Hossein Panahi

Today was such a catastrophic day for me. I can live without food and water, but without tea; no never. And this happened today and I felt I was breathing my last breath.

I actually had three big packs of three types of tea at home: normal tea, green tea and ginger tea. Also have hot chocolate and Nescafe in case I want to overdose, but the problem was I couldn't make tea today. I won't go into details of it. Just consider the main point of the disaster: I didn't drink tea today.

I woke up, and tried to convince myself I can keep my eyes open and make my brain work and load the information. But my body knew something is missing. The afternoon was ok, but then in the evening I started feeling mad. I went to the kitchen 200 times, started at the tea caddies, and instead tried to amuse myself with something else. I drank 2 litres of water and syrup, lots of food, so much biscuit, but all along something in me yelled:


I would mark today a national mourning day in my life's calendar. All schools, banks and offices should be closed on this day. And keep quiet for 2 minutes for the victim whose last words consist of three letters.

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