anyone ever having travelled across Pakistan in the train, not the swanky karakoran express, but the cheaper ones like Shalimar or Tezgam, would be familiar with two voices that haunt the train's corridor late at nights and early in the morning.
Chai, Garam - Garam, Anday
on one of my trips to Lahore i was woken up by the Chai Garam holler. and I decided to get the tea. It was pretty good. only matched by moms doodh paati, the special karak one she would make with the special tea leaves not the regular lipton stuff.
As I sit here today after a hard days work and not having had that moms special blend in ages, I wish I could hear someone holler, Chai Garam on the streets of Toronto. I guess its back to the tea bag for me.
About Me
- M K Abbas
- Fast talking, buzz loving, adrenalin craving, rock and roll preaching, ideas man currently based out of Toronto. Among several other things, I write. This blog is a dedication to the country that added soul to my being and the city that made me understand the true meaning of life. This blog is about the turmoil currently facing Pakistan. I am hoping someone finds some positives in my thoughts and contributes towards redeeming the lost identity of a glorious nation.
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