Even though the weather had been sunny until now, it was drizzling early in the morning in Nuwara Eliya. Cold! The temperature is around 17-18 degrees C. The tea leaves were wet and I had trouble walking, so I asked everyone to refrain from entering the tea garden and only took pictures. The tea pickers are dressed like this because it is cold. I can't stop working in this kind of rain. It was drizzling on my face and hands, dripping down. . . . Even so, I diligently store the picked tea leaves in the plastic bag I carry on my back. Occasionally, he waves at the camera and gives me a smile. Where does this kindness come from? When you look at the place where you are picking, the tea garden is so vast that you can't stop picking. . . . "Nowadays, children who have gone to school are reading books, singing songs, and having a good time." . One by one, even the pieces of tea are picked by the fingers of the tea pickers. Where can I find such a polite drink... Every time I drink tea, the face of the tea picker comes to mind...
