By the time I’m done teaching my class in the morning, a cup of tea is waiting for me at the dining table. It’s not the most perfect chai, and certainly not the best way to start my day.

But if I have learned one thing while living in the edge, is that there is no gift, blessing, favour bigger than serving someone chai or cooked food. I drink the first cup of chai, with a bit of taste but mostly gratitude.

But due to working from home, I rarely go to office and the afternoon chai is skipped for most days. My brother like rest of my family is a Chai addict, at times he would ask me to prepare chai at 2 a.m. or would be found in kitchen making tea for himself.