Tune

A schoolboy walks past, looking in fascination as the chaiwallah expertly raises one cup seemingly miles above his head and the milk falls in a column, rapidly narrowing towards the bottom until it seems to him that there is just one point to which every drop of milk converges. Just before ‘splash!’, a collision. Little drops fly about, hit the walls of the cup, and even as they slide down, the lower cup is raised and the upper cup brought down.