டீ கடையில் நாம்

“Anna, two tea.” The stallowner moves without hurry, the kettle already humming behind the counter. The atmosphere is cooler here, a relief from the blazing sun, filled with the sweet aroma of sugar and milk stirred with shrunken tea leaves. The tea is poured into tumblers with immediacy, the scent of spices wafting through the air, with the cups warm in our hands, on a quiet spot found on the wooden bench.

Patron Our Second Cup of Tea?