A warm cup of tea. Or in this case, kattan chaaya.
Tea is a daily obsession with some of us, we celebrate the happy times with it and drown our misery in it. There are a million ways to brew it, but at the heart of this preoccupation is the warmth we seek desperately in our uncertain lives.
These are some tiny stories around tea drinking that I have written.
– on the place of tea in my own life
– on mental health issues and tea as a restorative
– on encountering tea in the Kashmir valley, their people
– in response to the concept that tea is a vestige of colonial history, in Ireland and in India
5. Latay for the lady (in two parts)
– and then, what will you do if one day, you could not have the ‘tea’ anymore?
– a delightful encounter with a friend in the Old City
– in the days bygone, a tea with an old trader from Ceylon
– where I don’t apologise for my beliefs, but then my tea loses its taste
– does tea banish the loneliness of those who are exiled?
Kattan chaya, Black tea, Malayalam