That morning cup of tea

As time goes by, everything around us changes, except for those innocent gestures that we fail to notice.

Rustling of that newspaper, like everyday

Rocking on his chair, like he did for the past 60 years

Eyes following every footstep, like it did for 60 years

Pretending to be ignorant of his wife bringing him tea

Childlike innocence shines through his winsome smile



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