Something from the pages of the torn memories, something so relevant even today. Where I come from, Saah (chai) is the reason for every occasion; Where I come from, folks around the globe call it the Tea Capital of the World.! For us tea has been an integral part of our lives, just like my body yearns for fresh oxygen, or my mind craves for serenity.
My love for tea spans from red tea in a bowl made of bell metal with a piece of jaggery in my hand, the infamous 'seleka saah' introduced in my childhood, to the hanpicked organic exports of Assam Tea Company, and my flavoured ceylonese tea, to my odd-timed Honey Ginger Lemon at Chaayos, my cup of Nagori chai at 3 am in the heart of Mumbai, to my late night tea with lemon grass and tulsi plucked from my terrace garden in Mumbai.
Chai is not just an emotion; it's a lifestyle that has been infused in me with a gradual liking to the beverage, and the beautifully knitted memories with every concoction of love, nature, dreams, hopeless romanticism in me and the stories woven over smiles and eye-locks, of entrepreneurial discussions to my warmest emotional connects; Chai is a familiar warmth, something that's deeply personal and enlightening to my soul.
Someday, in the middle of a tea garden, I would love my freshly made cup of tea, overlooking the sunset from across my bungalow: a feeling that keeps me inspiring through my journey with Tea.
Baarish ki soundhi mehek, Haathon mein pyaale Aur aapki aankhon ki guftgu..
Un paharo mein dhalte shaam Ek lamha, chai k naam!