Written by Moumita Adhikary
A laid back Saturday brings me many memories. Chose to cherish memories with a cup almost full of Irani tea.
Skimmed milk poured on boiled tea leaves in water. Love the aroma of cinnamon and ginger. A pinch of salt added and sugar to taste. That made my cup of Irani tea.
Irani tea is like an occasion to me. Otherwise I live on coffee or other sorts of tea or my favourite Kahwa. That doesn’t mean I die for a cup of Irani tea.
I have seen a lot of tea timers by now – a few of them would keep judging the flavour of the tea, some would explore all and sundry tea leaves possible on Earth or they have known, a few of them cannot resist the count of their cups in a day, few of them would ask for tea anywhere anytime possibly leaving anyone else surprised why tea ever existed on the Earth!
While I don’t resemble to any of such tea timer thoughts today, a few time the last sip of Irani tea makes me thoughtful on the size of my cup of Irani tea.
Anytime Irani tea makes it there to fill a cup for you, may you enjoy every sip!