The Chai Stories

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 Way back home looking at various Chai Stalls he asks, "Irani Chai? Masala Chai? Want to try this new Chai Shop? how about our usual Chai place?" for all these my answer remained same that's "No!"

I had this great plan of brewing some masala chai, filling the two mugs full of chai, being in our snug place, relishing it sip by sip looking at the lil 💙 crawling, shaking its lil pumpkin 😍

Coming back home and looking at the sun kissed empty Chai jar we realize that there is no more chai powder left also the new order has not yet reached!!

Sushan tries to control his laughter and I act(overact?), as if that's totally fine🙉 deep within I knew how much I long for Chai then!!!
I keep some milk for boiling meanwhile started sorting the things (🤤) from the bag that Amma had given.
Wild mangoes, fruits, bangles and masala chai powder!!!! I stopped sorting the remaining and looked at him who was playing with the lil 💙
He said, "I don't mind sipping some chai !!"
I asked, "How you could discover the reason?
He, "The happiness said it all!!"
Fuming masala chai for our mid night talks with our lil 💙 sleeping peacefully on Sushan 😍

That happiness when I was so disappointed and had no hopes of sipping fuming chai!!!!!


My Chai partner for life @sudarshanams


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