Author Note
This is not a usual novel.
To be honest, I don’t even know what a proper novel looks like. I have never finished one in my own language, the few I touched in English were only the scripts of cinema.That is the truth.
So please don’t expect discipline here. Don’t expect structure or rules.
This is something else.
I am a man who failed everywhere. Failed in studies. Failed in work. Failed in love. At last, only one thing remained: art.
For me, art is not an entertainment. It is the last piece of self-respect I gift myself before leaving this world.
And Tea , it is the only ritual that stayed with me every day, in joy and in failure. Tea was there when my sister protected me like a mother , When my father sat silently with his broken hopes , When my friends betrayed me, and even when I was alone. Tea was always present , like a witness
Don’t expect a normal novel. If you are a regular reader, close this now. Because I am not that writer. To be honest ,
I don’t even want to be.
This is the story of my own ghost. Not the kind made to scare you. This is different. We are going down a road where no ghost walked before.
Tea will appear in every chapter. Because without tea this story does not exist.
Welcome to the world of a cup with Boiled water, sugar, and leafs. Maybe milk too
