Tea-headed
While roaming through the lane of central Calcutta in a January evening, I came to a halt infront of a tea stall to alleviate my weariness and chilliness.
Waiting for my turn, I closely observed the chaiwala. He entirely devoted himself to his work and the only thing in his mind was to make and serve a better quality chai. The medley smell of hot milk and elaichi amused me too. After some time I got my cup and started relishing.
It was the Chai which was prevailing my head, my mind and my soul during that moment at the stall; but for him, the entire life...
***Title Image: The Scribbler
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