டீ கடையில் நாம்

“Anna, two tea.” The stallowner moves without hurry, the kettle already humming somewhere 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, the cups warm in the hand, with a quiet spot found on the wooden bench.

Patron Our Second Cup of Tea?