To my bride on our first wedding anniversary

The Ayanavaram Tea Company

This is the story of tea

Made by a girl you see

For a guy who didn't like it very much

But the tea itself was pretty good as such.

Now this guy didn't like tea at all

But what could he do, to his appall

This girl didn't have a coffee stall

But sooner or later, for her tea he'd fall

Chai tea means tea twice

In the land of masala and spice

So just say Chai and you'll be fine

And teach the Starbucks staff to get in line

Now back to our main story

Of blood and guts and glory

Oops sorry, that's another one

I've probably had too much Lipton

The girl was in her house many miles away

The guy was in his, on the bay

Thank God for cellular phones you might say

Rollover minutes every month? Hell No way!

Their first flirtatious chat some five years back

Was about the different kinds of tea and snack

they would serve at their wedding reception

If they would ever get there in their wildest imagination

But time went on and phone bills grew

longer and longer till out of the blue

He asked the question, one fine day

"For the two of us, will you please pray?"

"Pray?? Is that what he asked?"

Thought she, as she repeatedly harked

"That's an odd question, is it not?

Lest some evil befall us, what a horrible thought!"

But pray she did, night and day

And so it was revealed to her this way

That he is the one who shall be hers

And she his, heaven whispers

Above tumultuous tide their love conquered

And a beautiful story it thus sponsored

This, this was just the beginning of the beginning

And today, they celebrate their first inning

For the Ayanavaram tea company is but imaginary

But not this love, for this my friends, is a true story

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