Chai Did It

In general, I am caught off guard. A remodeled kitchen leads to cleaning out and repainting my pantry, which leads to picking up a box of Tazo Organic Chai Tea (which I don’t like). For some reason, (probably to put off actually working,) I decide to read the box.


In the foothills of the Himalayas, chai wallahs can be found serving up steaming cups of sweetly spiced chai to wandering souls.”

Yes. I did know.


And suddenly, I am there. I can feel the small, stained brown, angular, hot glass in my hand.  I see a wrinkled, skinny old man in a knit cap squatting on the ground watching me watching him take drags on a cigarette in between sips of his chai.

That was unexpected, but sure enough, I’m there.


From 1999-2011 I lived in the country of India as a wife and a missionary.



2 thoughts on “Chai Did It

  1. I don’t often hear you reflect on that time but it has to have made you very much of what you are now. I look forward to reading more of your blogging. I enjoyed them when you lived in India.


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