Cup of Tea.
24 deities in a corner.
An old woman, unable to carry the globe on her head,
Propping her head with her hand.
Badly painted pink roses with the backdrop of Chinese hand fans.
Sofa sets depressed with weights of 1000 kilo men's,
Invisible each fighting for space.
The omnipresence television sounds.
I paid my bill, moved out.
The Tea was sugarless,
My mind was loaded with sugar.
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