The Story of Fuming Tea

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It was the first dawn at Singapore by then we had already realized we would not get the food as the way we desire never mind we had decided to go for a Cafe which was in the vicinity of our hotel. 
   All the  expenses were looked after by Sushan whereas my task was to convert it into Indian currency and exclaim "So costly!".I had decided to be selective.He asked what I wanted for breakfast I said him that one parota would be sufficient.He knew that this penny pinching lady ordered only one parota as she had a very BAD idea of preparing the tiny pack of poha back in the hotel.I read his mind and sniggered.He went to place the order.
 Meanwhile someone occupied the table right beside me.He had ordered the tea,Server placed it before him and it was Fuming hot he didn't sip it.I started to imagine myself how well I would have relished this Tea which costed 150rupees.Even after my come back from imagination this ignorant fellow had not even started.I being too mingy had given up my Tea and this idiot!
   Sushan was back ordering the food,in a flash I just explained ignorance the man showed towards the Fuming tea.By the time we turned towards them another lady came and greeted him and occupied the other seat.
 Server bought our food and a mug of Fuming Tea.Since I had told Sushan not to order tea which was too costly I realized this Tea was for that Ignorant fellow's lady and again started imagining how badly these two would treat this poor Fuming Tea.Sushan asked what's the reason for my botheration and I said it and asked him to keep the Tea on their side.He calmly said The Tea was for me.I was on Cloud 9.Sushan wanted see that joy on my face.
Always you read my mind and I call you My Conjuror.

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