02/08/2025
Darjeeling monsoon morning.
In the hush of the monsoon, with silver threads of rain tracing patterns on the windowpane, there is only the two of us. The fragrant steam from our Darjeeling tea is a gentle mist between us, and the warmth of your hand is all the sun I need.
The wind whispers secrets through the tea bushes outside, but inside, in our quiet corner, your laughter is the only sound I want to hear. This smoking cup of tea holds the flavor of a hundred misty mornings, but your presence is the sweetest taste of all.
Let the world be washed away by the torrential symphony of the rain. We'll simply sit here, wrapped in the cool morning air and the warmth of our Darjeeling tea, watching the clouds dance over the green hills. In this moment, we are a perfect stillness within the storm.
