Two is company, one-by-two is friendship : A tale of two Chaivanists

Hope you liked the clumsy yet memorable encounter with tea sommelier in my last post. This blog post is a guest article by my dear friend, former colleague and a true fellow CHAIVANIST!

Our mutual love for tea was the sole reason we noticed each other in a place that had thousands of employees strutting around the office premises all through the day.

She was one the first few to be extremely excited about my blog idea, firstly, because it was about tea and secondly, because we had our first conversation over a glass of  chai! I did not waste time in asking her to contribute and share our story for my post. Also, some relief from my rants would definitely be welcome change for you all! So here it goes…

 

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Traditional chai cups from the street vendors in Chennai.

It was that time of the year again in the Indian city with the longest natural coastline, Chennai. Passing storms, depressions take their turns causing unpredictable rains rendering the skies grey with rain clouds bobbing along. The fresh smell of earth, streets filled with colourful umbrellas and raincoats, and the crunch of hurried footsteps on muddy roads mark the beginning of the monsoons.

Grudgingly, I wake up at 5am on that particularly chilly morning, pulling away my blanket with great efforts. As I scurry along to work from the Ambattur bus stop, bag in one hand and umbrella in the other, wafts the sweet smell of ginger chai. But there’s no time for that, got to get to work.

Settling down at my desk, little did I notice the new hire sitting beside me — as grudging and irritated as I was — and I didn’t dare irk her. An hour passed with keyboards angrily snapping, before I heard “Hey… do you wanna go get some chai?”. I did not want to talk to her but how do I say no to chai! I looked up at her tall figure now towering over my slouching body, and the words “Of course” involuntarily came out of my mouth.

Scooching under my umbrella, we walked over to the petty shop outside work and in a chorus, ordered ginger chai. Smiling for the first time that day, our conversations began. We learnt we were both from the same city, sharing our love for dogs and our hatred for people, when the piping hot glass of chai came our way. Still bundled up under the same umbrella, we forged a friendship. A friendship that we didn’t deem possible that very morning. A friendship that saw us through a lot more chai sessions, and one that’s traveled with us even after we moved thousands of miles apart from the city we love.

Now in forever rainy Seattle, as I write this, I raise my cuppa tea to that stranger girl who asked me out to chai.

– by Roshni Karthikeyan

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Marc Regina says:

    Wooooah so cool! Can’t wait for the next one!!

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  2. Uwakmfon Ukobo says:

    Yes is always my response to chai 🙂

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  3. Thanks for sharing this!

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