Tea Tales

 

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Bishnu, the tea boy, came by every morning with glasses of tea. I remember his face as clearly as though it were yesterday. Brown, the colour of the earth, with white teeth that stretched into a smile each time he laid eyes on me. “Didi, shall I give you some lee-kaar cha (liquor tea)?” he would ask, stopping by my desk. The cha tasted vile but I drank cups and cups of it every day.

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