A local tea shop and its people.
From the first glance, she meant business. Her face washed, saree knotted, eyes engrossed — they kept to herself. And to her shop.
The tea was brewing. “Hurry up with the chaai already,” J grumbled from the dining table. K was sitting in a chair and reading the newspaper, his back to the kitchen. He was waiting for the aroma of mint leaves in the boiling water to waft over. K — “Waiting for the mint to diffuseContinue reading “Tea time”