Irani chai with an old friend

A new story for Kaitley: Juwairiyah was my old classmate from Secondary School, it was serendipitous that we had met now. I was living in the Old City for a project and my trusty blender had broken down. A neighbour had suggested the Modern Works repair shop next to our office printing press in Laad Bazaar. … Continue reading Irani chai with an old friend

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Latay for the lady – part 2

[ before ] Days passed, she had smuggled in a pack of dust tea into their new home. After all she was a fearless woman. She would brew a sugarless black tea before he woke and wash down all signs of it quickly. But it was not the same, there was no milk and sugar … Continue reading Latay for the lady – part 2