My final cup of tea is my daily salvation.  I

have it alone in the empty conference room, staring into

the wall in front of me with my back toward

the office.  It’s a kind of daily meditation.  My mind

goes headlong into a free-fall that lasts approximately for the

duration of my cup of tea.  Those few vacant  minutes

are the most gratifying of my entire workday.  They settle

the dust of the day, and by the time I

reach the sugar at the bottom of the cup (I

don’t stir my tea) I am feeling a glorious emptiness.


Paraphrases from the story collection The Scatter Here Is Too Great by Bilal Tanweer.