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A day in the life of a tea plucker |
A moment captured in words.... She plucked each leaf with tender care so that the taste and aroma remained there She hummed a tune as she went about her chore, oblivious to the cold, cold air Once or twice she pulled her weather beaten cardigan tighter, used to doing that Then she turned to look at her child, who lay on a piece of cloth close by And continued humming and plucking tea leaves in the cold Darjeeling air....... |