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.