Cup of Cham

I may not be everyone's favourite cup of tea, and I simply don't have to be. Tea has never apologised for not being coffee, but it still has those who love it. Different hearts crave different kinds of comfort. With a little milk, it softens into creamy swirls- a quiet reminder that the best things are often worth waiting for.

In a world full of people, along came my man.  Like an unxpected blend, he poured coffee into my milk tea, and instead of losing ourselves, we became something entirely our own- a cup of cham, where neither flavour disappears, yet each makes the other richer.

Time moves quickly, and we find ourselves occupied with countless tasks and responsibilities. Bills have to be paid, laundry has to be done. Our child has to be fed and bathed. So many chores, with so little time. But at the end of the day, we still find our way back to a warm cup of cham—and to each other.