
Greeting you dear friend and steemians. I'm your steemian @steemsial and here with you with a new post to complete the Contest of one picture one story week no 98. Hope you friends are doing well and happy with the Great Blessings of the Allah Almighty. I'm sharing the contest of one picture one story. This picture was captured by me about one month ago. Last night I was scrolling the gallery and look in the Snapchat memories. When I visited last time to my village i take a cup of tea in the morning after breakfast.

The sun had just began to stretch across the fields. The cool breeze was blowing in the green fields. A warm cup of resting in the hand curling like a soft ribbon into the morning air. This was the favourite time of the day-when the world was half-asleep,and silence spoke louder than words. It held memories of mother,s laughter, of early mornings spent studying by the window.
It was not just a cup of tea. It was a pause moment between today and yesterday. Birds were looking like they were singing a beautiful song. And there you stood like-half awake. Somehow felt like the complete world is in your hands. The first sip carries the taste of home,of comfort and countless mornings before this one. It was not about caffeine or habit,it was about the connection. To the land,to yourself,to the small things that make life whole.
And in that stillness you understood something deep and wordless, happiness doesn't always shout. Sometimes it whispers-through a cup of tea held in the golden lights of morning🌿☀️.
I would like to invite my friends to participate in this contest of one picture one story week 98.
Thanks for your support and time for reading this post✨