The steaming elaichi chai
at a winter morning
Is like a granted prayer
For in every sip of the chai
we remember the warmth
of the safe embrace of mother
We remember the warmth of our first love
We remember the warmth of the blanket we just left
To start a brand new day
Yet, the elaichi chai smells so right
At the winter morning
To relish the first few hours
Before you start your day
For you want to smell the elaichi chai
You want to feel the warmth of the budding steams
That lost their ways before going out of the cup
As you hold the cup
Your fingers embrace the cup
Like you did the blanket
As you take the first sip
You forget your to-do list
Only to remember what the elaichi chai brings
Like your forgotten best friend from the days of teen.

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(This post is part of the series ‘Solace in the Mundaneness’ where I try to tell stories of the everyday things that capture a special place in my heart and they make me feel privileged to live a simple and ordinary life with contentment and peace. This post is also part of Blogchatter A to Z.)