Each day a gift.

By Margiesy

Memories...

My most treasured souvenir of a trip to India some years ago now. A tiny handmade, unfired, teacup passed to me through the window of the train en route to Nepal. The sweet milky tea was memorable as I was quite dehydrated on the long journey and ill prepared. I was too scared to get off the train at a station to buy anything, not knowing when the train would take off again.
Somehow this little cup has moved with me over the years remaining perfectly intact!

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