Rendezvous With A Cuppa:
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I’m not a big tea/coffee drinker. I never was and I don’t think I will ever like anything more than good old woter. I know, #boring.
However, I do enjoy an occasional cuppa every now and then. And by enjoy I mean I really enjoy it.
And so today, that’s what this is about. A little reminiscing.
1) Our 4’o clock Tea Rendezvous: The thing I most remember about our tea meets has to be the time I walked away from one, all the way back to college because I was fuming about something the other person refused to comply with. (I can be a total firecracker sometimes.)
However, I did walk right back to our rendezvous bakery a little while later and proceeded to have several cups of tea that day.
Sometimes, the 4’o clock tea breaks are the only things I most look forward to in a day. (Minus the intense arguments, of course.)
2) Our end-of-the-day tea breaks: Just us girls and different memories to go back to.
Usually the tea is the dessert to our porottas and chicken chilly in a tiny diner on the road next to our college.
That heavenly cup of chai does things nothing else can. It’s food for the soul.
It’s what makes most of our Wednesday dinners whether we’re down to our last penny or loaded in the wallet.
Can I just have my porottas, chicken and chai now, please?
I apologize for the image you’re going to see now. I’m not the most elegant eater there is plus, it’d be stupid to imagine I’d have waited to take a picture.
3) The chai at Nani’s place: At home my parents refuse to let me make drinking tea a habit (This makes me look like a rebel now that I’ve gone off to college and I do exactly that!)
However, where your parents don’t agree with you, your grandparents usually come through. And so does my Nani (My maternal grandmother). Her 12’o clock chai breaks with the fattest uddin vadas from the little food van near home is what accurately defines a summer in my native.
Since both my parents come from the land of coffee, I’ve just got to shout out my native quickly because….. I’ve just got to, okay?
4) At home: On very special occasions, my family is compliant enough to include my needs by giving me my own half a cup of tea. They really take habit forming seriously, these folks.
And so on those days that I feel almost one (Half) with the adults, we pass around a plate of some oily snack while talking about issues around the world and bring the roof down disagreeing with each other, our own first world problems and some ‘what is he/she doing’ session about relatives we never talk to because we’re as Indian as we can get.
5) My first cup at college: 2017- This was the first time I was going to a college away from home, the hostel life a thing I absolutely dreaded.
The very first day I was there, acquainted with the girl who’d be my roommate for the coming 5.5 years, I was shown the way to the mess hall at the bottom of the building at our tea time. I hated having to go down but my parents convinced me it was a nice time to make friends and if I gave it a chance, I’d like it.
So I was led down by my roommate that evening, sipping on watered down tea that upset my stomach immediately after, exchanging hi’s and hello’s with a few classmates, nervous to the bone.
Thinking back, that first cup of tea was the first time I ever had chai with one of my best friends, the devil that hogs half of our room.
And this is why I keep the chai drinking to a minimum (aside from the fact that they don’t make the best tea everywhere)
Each cup brings back a little something to the present and that wouldn’t happen if I was guzzling it down like water, now would it?
What’s your rendezvous with a cuppa?
And as always, thanks for reading 🙂
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