While I make my Ginger tea this morning for breakfast, can’t help the mind going back to the chai on the Rickshaw Run.
It is nice to have some tea in comfort with the ‘normal’ mugs, plates and silverware. But that chai in the plastic sampler cups -holding just enough to satisfy a gulp – made in a ‘shop’ no bigger than a small hut and called a ‘Tea Stall; that chai had an altogether different taste and romance about it.
Thinking back at how the eyes scoured the ‘strip’ of huts for that telltale stove fire and the blackened pot. Stopping and then those indelible words:
“BhaiSaab! Do first class chai dena”
(Sir, two ‘first class’ teas please)