'One remains oblivious of in what catastrophe he
dwells in until the day that he realizes that his tea does not taste the same
to him anymore... Maybe it's time for a new kettle, for the water and the tea
brand still remain the same..."
This remark in FB last week inspired me this short story
dedicated to Seyed Tabatabai.
This morning
the kettle noticed
something
he couldn't define.
His stomach ache
was different
from last month's pain.
It was not the
hurting corrosion
that begun last year
when they increased the fluoride in the water.
His actual pain was somewhat uneasy
looked more an illness of the brain.
While they move him
degradingly dirty
from the sink corner to an old spices shelf
he thinks:
"Al signs are present that changes are imminent...."
"New tea?
Could be?!"
"That water without
bubbles in a bottle???"
"Coffeeeeee?"
Grin!
"Really, can't be! ..."
The old tea left on His Kettle's bottom started a chemical
reaction.
He knew the water was the reason for his late stomach
problems.
But why was he suddenly rejected?
Later that evening the answer came.
Through his dry pouring spout
he could suddenly see a new shiny kettle
on the corner of the sink.
"That new designed pot with that erected nozzle, a tea
kettle?"
he growls...
And there is that conversation a few days after...
"Hey baby ... maybe we should buy new tea.
With this new kettle the tea does not taste really better.
Let's also get rid from the old pot."
