a cup of tea.. Hot and strong with rusks and bhujia.. enough for the entire day,
particularly when the food is not of good quality or unhygienic and foul.. Tea remains in my prays,
prays rey.. not preys.. and literally these cups of tea had remained my only food during some of my touring days,
in south while traveling to interior and oven hot Andhra in humid summers.. ildlis water and tea i had in my trays,
not to serve though.. yet even if i would have wanted to.. literally each would stare at me and pointing fingers,
towards their 2ft long lunch boxes..of rice.. sambhar.. rasam and onion chatni.. saying chaiwaley on these we linger,
yeah you do.. quite often i used to say and added that with this 2ft long box i can feast upon for 2 days,
stares.. more stares and glares and more scares.. nashtha mein kya hona..they often asked.. nothing i would say,
and those travels through the coasts from Goa to cool city Belgaum during the heavy konkan rains,
two or three cups of hot tea with mirchi and paavs.. tell you nothing better to cool the veins,
just standing near the window of katcha road side dhabas.. experiencing the heavy konkan and coastal rains,
and feasting upon mirchis and paavs.. is rim zhim experience much in a way to relax.. much in unison to ease the pain,
of many many and many ugly events that happened.. done by some.. owing to their own sick mental states,
and all from behind the dark curtains.. mushy way i guess.. i sighed deep thandi sigh.. suffering was my fate,
that i said quite often.. hot tea was my companion.. and i said.. alright let go and no point in holding on,
the hurts and humiliations.. melted upon me.. in a sense i let go deep negativity.. bad days gone gone,
waited for good days to come in.. and these did come once again.. and ek cup chai did does and shall remain my yogurt,
or the companion ever ever.. whats wrong in having ek cup chai.. rozaana.. ofcourse i stay loyal not the flirt...
Chai hona... :)
particularly when the food is not of good quality or unhygienic and foul.. Tea remains in my prays,
prays rey.. not preys.. and literally these cups of tea had remained my only food during some of my touring days,
in south while traveling to interior and oven hot Andhra in humid summers.. ildlis water and tea i had in my trays,
not to serve though.. yet even if i would have wanted to.. literally each would stare at me and pointing fingers,
towards their 2ft long lunch boxes..of rice.. sambhar.. rasam and onion chatni.. saying chaiwaley on these we linger,
yeah you do.. quite often i used to say and added that with this 2ft long box i can feast upon for 2 days,
stares.. more stares and glares and more scares.. nashtha mein kya hona..they often asked.. nothing i would say,
and those travels through the coasts from Goa to cool city Belgaum during the heavy konkan rains,
two or three cups of hot tea with mirchi and paavs.. tell you nothing better to cool the veins,
just standing near the window of katcha road side dhabas.. experiencing the heavy konkan and coastal rains,
and feasting upon mirchis and paavs.. is rim zhim experience much in a way to relax.. much in unison to ease the pain,
of many many and many ugly events that happened.. done by some.. owing to their own sick mental states,
and all from behind the dark curtains.. mushy way i guess.. i sighed deep thandi sigh.. suffering was my fate,
that i said quite often.. hot tea was my companion.. and i said.. alright let go and no point in holding on,
the hurts and humiliations.. melted upon me.. in a sense i let go deep negativity.. bad days gone gone,
waited for good days to come in.. and these did come once again.. and ek cup chai did does and shall remain my yogurt,
or the companion ever ever.. whats wrong in having ek cup chai.. rozaana.. ofcourse i stay loyal not the flirt...
Chai hona... :)
