Discovering the Magic of Warli's Tumbler Bottle

I wake up to the gentle clinking of spoons against my glass belly. My human, Anya, is making her morning chai. She pours the hot tea into me, careful not to burn my delicate skin (or should I say, paint?). The warmth feels good, a comforting start to the day.

Anya takes me with her as she rushes out the door. We hop on the crowded bus, and I jostle against other bags and backpacks. But I don't mind. It's all part of the adventure.

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