This past week I had tea over at the independently owned grocery store. Not the “heat your water and throw your tea bag in there” kind of tea. I had the “British Empire leaves India but the tradition still remains” kind of tea. My new friends Ekaraj and Mishti, the husband and wife that own the place, had extended an open invitation to the store at 4pm, just about any day, when they host tea time. Continue reading
i’m an open book
she’s stories by installment
unveiling day by day, week by week.