A cup of Tea - SIX!!

**The story so far: The poet loves tea (obviously)! He falls for a one who always spills what she sips (and his love too suffers a similar fate)! Then he woos someone who neither savors tea nor his poetry. So another romance meets its eventual doom! (Parts one to five posted on sulekha as well as my blog site, but reading them is quite unnecessary for savoring this)! Now the poet has agreed to mumma's insistence on arranged marriage, and read on to see what ensues!**

She walked in, carrying a cup of tea,
A bone china cup, served exclusively
(For our parents downstairs were discussing weather
And we were ordained to meet and know each other)
A sweet smile flared on her face, dimpled
A soft breath stopped in my lungs, waivered
And as I sipped her shy glances so sweet
My heartbeat danced to her giggles, upbeat
I saw my past misfortunes wither away
And it seemed, I was reborn that day!

"You don't drink tea?" I had upasked to kick off dialogue
"Love it absolutely" her words resounded like an epilogue
"But I had two cups already during the endless wait"
I simpered, "Oh! Really the traffic jam got us late"
Her eyelids danced with some unknown naughtiness
Only my sips spoke, everything else was speechless
I was too overwhelmed, she seemed such a delight
I was savoring each drop of her present plight
Her hands were all tangled and bangled and so pretty
And her flushing both charmed and aroused my empathy!

Suddenly we both burst forth into words together
And our silence disappeared into peals of laughter
She turned the tables, told me she knew my friends
And had heard of my many poetic romances as legends
Ah! I smiled and mustered a somewhat witty explanation
"Oh! Those real life experiments of my creative aspiration!
Hmm! Since you already know, do know all past is but a myth
Though like in tea, where taste of leaves, shrubs does persist
But in being rejoined with milk and sugar its sweet, reborn
As a married man, trust me, I will be a different song."

She knew, ah she knew! She knew of her who always spilled tea
And also of the one who drank nothing, oh! nothing absolutely
And she knew of my past, my poetry, my predicaments, my passions
And had researched all this to judge beyond the first impressions
While I had walked through her door, unprepared, quite circumspect
(Failed romances taught me arranged one was an excellent prospect)
She had, as if, rehearsed the whole conversation in her mind
And was reassuring herself with whatever answers she could find
An hour later, we knew, we knew we would see each other a lot more
But life, oh life! We ne'ver knew what awaited us outside the door!

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One and Two are at
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And three, four and five at the bottom of the page on
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