i am currently at this hilltop station in southern rajasthan called Mt Abu. there is a thick mist covering the town, so, even though it is almost midday I can’t do anything as I can’t see more than 2 metres in front of me. so I have been drinking chai all morning. in fact I have been drinking chai constantly for the past 2 weeks.
just as we take for granted death and taxes in australia, in india, chai is one of those unavoidable facts of life here. it is, basically, milky tea, drunk out of a small glass, and is generally quite fragrant and spicy, and reallly sweet.
i went sari shopping the other day [i bought 3, including this amazing vintage beaded formal ensemble], and at each store, chai was part of the process of the purchase. when I figured that I couldnt lug 3 saris [plus a hot pink and hessian pubjabi dress] around india in my backpack I went to the post office to send them home, and even there, the post office chick made me sit down and have a glass of chai with her as she wrapped my parcel.
i have a great chai recipe, so when I get back to melbourne I will be the one to subject you all to endless cups of chai until it runs throught your veins and rots your teeth.