Recipe of a perfect tea
Friends call me 'Teaholic'. Some also say 'Teakipedia'. The fact is due to my NGO job I have to keep moving from one part of the country to another throughout the year. My first job in a new place is to find out the best tea there.
The local cow's freshmilk is skimmed time to time, repeatedly. This will give you perfect milk tea at Madaripur. You need not to skim buffalo's milk for a long time at Bhola. Naturally it's thick enough for an excellent cup of tea.
While at Moulabhibazar you need no milk or sugar. Just the processed leaves from tea garden can guarantee you a world class raw tea.
At Johnson road, located at old Dhaka, you find Sultan. He uses local molasses and tamarind to serve you a great taste of tea. While at Manikganj tea sellers add some salt and lemon to prepare their perfect tea recipe.
I usually sip of tea, close the eyes for a while, then I shall describe you the tea recipe.
Recently I have been passing through a bad patch in my job. My current boss is hardly showing any sort of satisfaction in my performance. On a sudden notice I lost my job. Actually I was anticipating this for a couple of weeks. Now it's a very tough situation for me indeed. I'm approaching forty shortly. Still I'm a bachelor, but not very eligible considering my financial quandary. My friends used to post selfie with their wives and children, and the only thing I can do is to 'like' them.
I am to hand over some official documents to my boss at his home. I am very reluctant but make my first and last (most probably) visit to his residence.
'Look Suman, yor are a nice guy. But you are too contemplative, poetic and slow to handle this job. Well, now only thing I can do is to wish you good luck. But you must taste my wife's special cup of tea before leaving. You won't find it anywhere in the world'. The 'Teaholic' can only smile at this offer.
The cup is served by the housemaid. The sweet smell is obsessive. I sip from the cup and just get bashed. It brings me a much known taste of a decade ago. Skimmed milk is added to the best tea liqueur added with dates, molasses from Faridpur and some minced lemon leaves at the colander while pouring into the cup. This is the best tea recipe I have ever tasted. It is an exclusive recipe of Sumi, the only person in the country to prepare this heavenly recipe. How does it come here? I have finished my cup and boss wishes me good bye. I must leave now.
The whole night passes sleeplessly. The next morning again I go to same house. I know the boss is at office. I push the door bell. Who is going to open the door, Sumi? I'm feeling very nervous, like a decade ago. I was lodging at their house and used to teach her. Every morning and evening I was served with that special tea.
I fell in love with tea, also with Sumi. Did she love me? She never denied her love. By that time, I completed my graduation and eventually passed BCS written examination. I was dreaming every second to have my new family with Sumi. Suddenly she got married. My dream was broken. I did not appear in BCS viva, I just couldn't concentrate. Since then I've been looking for so many unanswered questions. Will I get my answers today?
Another surprise was waiting for me. The door is opened by Rumi, younger sister of Sumi.
'Rumi, what are you doing here?' I expected someone else.
'I suppose she knew the maker of the tea of yesterday, of a decade ago? It wasn't her'.
'Are you the maker? Were you the maker? Not Sumi'?
'She just brought the tea from the kitchen to the table'.
'She lied to me, everyday'.
'The person Sumi was married to have a six years long relationship with her. She even did not say you about this'.
'Is it possible? Sumi is a liar, I can't believe it. But how do you know about these things'?
'Another girl at the same house loved you. She mixed all her love into the perfect tea recipe. You only searched the taste of tea, molasses and lemon. Have you ever searched for the unsaid secret love? It was present even yesterday'.
'You never told me. Why did you not tell anything'?
'Hey Sumon, are you not leaving town yet. What are you doing here'? My boss's voice alarms us.
'Do you know him, Rumi'?
'No sir, we just met today. Actually I'm thinking of a new business at my village. I want to be a perfect modern tea seller. I just come to learn her perfect tea recipe'.
The thing I learnt today is you must add some 'love' to your recipe to get the perfect tea. Is it ever too late to learn a new thing?