Tea in exile

I was drinking black tea with a friend in the small kebab shop in town. The place is run by Turkish people and there is an elderly man with a splendid turban seated behind me. The man is there every time I go. It was the friend who told me of the group going to … Continue reading Tea in exile


Can you taste the tea?

Twin towers fall down. A small town in Southern India. I am in the computer lab of my college, helping my classmate with her coding. We have tea later in our college canteen. Your people did it. She speaks in a gentle voice. But it sounds accusatory. I sip my tea in a steel tumbler. … Continue reading Can you taste the tea?