Deep in the Himalayas, many moons ago, a sage performing a yajna, day and night, many months in a row. Fully involved but with one hitch. His eyes drooped and sleep threatened, like a bad witch. Desperate and irate, the sage finally tore off his droopy eyelids and flung them away.
They fell softly on the soil and lo and behold! There and then, as if by a signal from heaven, sprout a sprightly verdant bush.The sage performing the yajna , picked the signal from heaven, boiled the leaves, sipped the potent golden concoction and named it ‘tea’.
Now wide awake, he gifted the world its favourite drink, the sage performing the yajna, deep in the Himalayas , many moons ago.
picture source: google images