“Ting ting ting ting ting…”
I used to wake up every morning to the sound of a spoon hitting against a mug. My late dad would stir his tea with such determination, as if the harder he stirred, the more extraordinary the tea would taste. He loved making Hainanese Teh Kao — thick, strong tea with milk.
I loved tea too.
But lately, without even realizing it, two tea bags no longer give me the omph they used to. The colour looks lighter now, weaker somehow compared to the tea we once had. Today, I took the tea bags out and glanced at them carefully. They did not look as full or bulging as before.
Sigh…
Prices keep going up again and again, yet the amount of tea inside each bag keeps getting lesser. What kind of business logic is this?
Well… I know the answer.
More profit.
Still, somehow, it feels like more than just tea has changed. Maybe it is the taste of old mornings that can never quite be repeated again.
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