From the pen-APN
After a bitter argument, my wife
angrily left the room leaving me alone. She slammed the door of the living room
loudly and then she locked herself in another room. An hour or two passed by. The
entire house was plunged into walls of deathly silence. No talk, no whisper and
no sound.
Then I could hear the door of her
room slowly open. I could sense that she went to the kitchen; she boiled tea
leaves there and then came with a cup of refreshing green tea. She silently
stood beside me with the mugful of tea. She did not speak anything, nor did I. Silence
ruled all for a few seconds. And then I took the mug of hot tea from her in one
hand and tightly embraced her in the other.
The steam from the tea was slowly
and slowly rising and then vanishing in the air. And so was also her anger
vanishing in the thin air.
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