A cup of real Chai
I made myself a pot of Chai using Celestial's Chai tea bags today - The taste is like looking at a picture of the Taj Mahal on a tacky postcard - u get the idea of it, but somehow it's not quite right. Anyway, as I sip my American packaged Chai tea in Boston, I am once again missing the smell of the monsoon rain mixed with loud bhangra music coming out of TVs, the chicken bryani takeouts, mangoes, and a cup of real chai. While Amsterdam taught me how to be professional and party (two separate ideas, to begin with), India gave me a sense of living... I need to go back there. The Celestial tea is killing me softly.
3 Comments:
Ming Ming!
India was a cultural experience. I loved it but unfortuneately only got to spend a few weeks. Lets meet up in the city sometime soon. Miss you.
1:11 AM
Babe, I'll go with you!! We've still got South India to cover....Kerela and Fort Cochin. And then maybe this time I can drag you up to Darjeeling with me!
I've been having tacky chai here too, can't seem to get the amount of sugar right. At least that was something Alberto was good at brewing. :P
1:23 AM
Sarah! I won't be going to NY in the foreseeable future :\ This law school drudgery turned out to be a lot more stressful than I thought it'd be.
Li'er - THe answer to all tea problems is SIM! The ultimate tea god with a big, sexy beard :)
11:21 AM
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