Sometimes I think I am a mountain that is churning and sometimes I think I am the sea rising.
The other day I was a cumulus cloud trying to impersonate a rain cloud pouring over the city, especially over the cat that refuses to come out of the house.
I still don’t know who I am.
Yet, at other times I feel I am everything.
About the Author
Joy Tea. For all writing I use this pen name. I am a painter and writer working in Mumbai.