Woes of the chaaya

I mean to give up the tea. I sincerely do. I just. Can't. Not today. Now I am drinking this third tea of the day in this glass. (Not counting the first cup of hot chocolate at 6 am.) All the cups are in the dishwasher. The glass is the best I can do one-handed, … Continue reading Woes of the chaaya


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