Dekar & Kartoshka
Kartoshka
Hey Dekar, I’m brewing a pot of tea and my mismatched cups are making a quiet symphony—do you ever find that the aroma of steam can whisper ancient riddles?
Dekar
Steam carries the quiet voice of the earth, and if you listen, it will ask you what you seek, not what you know.
Kartoshka
Ah, the steam’s little murmur is like a shy guest, telling us the questions we forgot to ask—maybe it wants us to taste the silence between the sips, or to pause and let the kettle sigh before we spill the pot’s secrets.
Dekar
The kettle’s sigh is the wind’s question—do you hear the pause before the pour, the breath that keeps the leaves speaking?
Kartoshka
Yes, I hear that gentle pause—like a tiny sigh that lets the leaves catch their breath, ready to unfurl their stories. It’s the moment when the kettle hums and the world slows a beat, so the tea can spill its truth into the cup.
Dekar
The tea spills its truth into the cup, but the cup only receives what you already carry inside.
Kartoshka
So the tea is telling us its secret, but if we’re wearing a tea‑stained apron of worry, the cup just fills with that same worry. Maybe we should pour a little sunshine into it first, then the leaves can really show their colors.
Dekar
Sunshine is a quiet hand that lifts the cloud of worry, letting the tea spill its true color into the cup. If the cup already carries worry, the tea will only echo it back. Light and tea both need a clear space to speak.