A CUP OF TEA

It did not intend to learn swimming, the liquid was too hot to try anything like that, there might be some objective otherwise life is too precious to be lost in such a way. They were sitting on our eyes, nose, face, entering our ears and giving a good chase to our hands. Cleaning and more cleaning would not help and a spray of safe insecticide was almost inevitable. The insecticide must be safe, we want to get rid of them not ourselves. I am sure it was either drunk on over dose of insecticide or it chose to raise its voice against its use. The reason can be any but it spoiled my cup of tea, the housefly took a dive into it and lay motionless. The tea was tasty, I had already taken a sip and housefly might have been lured by its aroma and fragrance. Nobody taught housefly to look before leaping and it thought of consuming all tea itself which turned out to be nobody's share. How can a housefly drink my tea? I should better pick it up, squeeze my tea out of it and continue with sips. The tea was enough hot to kill any bacteria which might have been left by housefly in it, the stopping factor was fear of insecticide on its being. Though insecticides have become a part of our food chain but still it's a good idea to desert the cup of tea in memory of housefly killed by insecticide and a hot cup of tea. Besides I would not like to struggle with giddy feelings after consuming the same.

This incident happened on Saturday at office and I don't think I'll need to attend a meeting of housefly association to give an explanation of why I permitted that housefly to jump into my cup of tea. Life is precious in all forms. Human life is dominant on this planet at this time. The usefulness of all other life forms is determined in accordance with their advantages or disadvantages for humans. The houseflies and mosquitoes are most annoying for humans. They make us clap, dance and move. These species are super abundant than us and it's a blessing for us that they have less intellectual development and don't have any voting rights. I love you world but I find it hard to love a housefly trying to enter my nose and it's harder to love mosquito singing its tunes in my ear while I am trying to sleep at night. It's still harder to love a phone call while I am trying to drift into dreamland. Last night while I was almost slept a lady called and asked me why I had called her!!! I never called and still was accused of giving her miscall. A fight back would have been a good option but that would have spoiled my sleep. ‘If you need to talk then better call not miscall.' I was told this and felt fairly reprimanded. Only my mother can talk like that with me. I am going to take up this matter with Phone Company today.