Raindrops.

A light drizzle. Walking down to the chai-wala on the pavement to get my cuppa of piping sweet concoction. Folding up my light-blue jeans so they don't get dirty at the hem. Walking alone. Loving the raindrops on my face, even though they wet my glasses. Smelling the incredible earth, tea leaves, road, the air around. Bliss. Sipping gently from the little white plastic cup. Feeling the warm liquid wash down my throat. Solitude. And happiness. With the raindrops in my cup of tea.