Ah, the age-old question: if a cat has nine lives, how many do we humans get? And more importantly, which number am I on? These deep ruminations filled my mind as I drifted off to sleep, only to wake up in a classroom with a droning fan and a professor who seemed to be in competition with it. I struggled to keep my eyes open, resorting to doodling on my notepad – intricate alpana designs with peacock feathers, because apparently, even my subconscious has a flair for the dramatic. And oh, how I longed for a cup of Dorje Teas to rescue me from this snoozefest!
Before I knew it, I found myself magically transported to another table, one covered in a thick layer of dust. Ah, the joys of procrastination – why tidy up when you can simply sit back and do nothing? It was as if I had regressed to my Doll's House phase, except now the dolls were crying, the house was a mess, and dinner was nowhere in sight. But did I let any of that bother me? Of course not! I was too busy writing my name in the dust with my finger, as if I were afraid I'd forget it otherwise.
The sea of thoughts transported me to a sandy beach, surrounded by children building sandcastles and surfers riding the waves into the sunset. Ah, solitude at last! I spent my time picking out shells, admiring their beauty, and tossing them back into the sea. And of course, I couldn't resist using my toes carving giant letters in the sand. Whose name was I writing? Was it mine or was it my husband’s? As I sat back, trying to read what I had written, slurping the last dregs of my Dorje Teas, a seagull swooped down to whisk me away once more.
This time, my avian chauffeur took me to Selim Hill Tea Garden. On my way, I met cloud genies, unicorns, phoenixes, and beautiful cloud castles. It was only natural that my next stop was Second Chance House – my very own dream house.
The warm interior clashed delightfully with the chilly air outside, causing the windows to fog up. And what did I do with those foggy windows? Why, I wrote "Dorje Teas" with my fingers and doodled a train engine.
As I gazed up at the star-spangled sky, pondering the mysteries of life and the meaning of existence, it occurred to me: are all these experiences part of the same life? Do we humans live multiple lives within one lifetime? One thing's for certain: life is as fleeting as last night's dream and as delicate as a soap bubble. But hey, at least we've got plenty of cups of Dorje Teas to keep us company along the way!
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