Lately.

Chai reminds me of:

-Buying from the street vendors and standing on the corner, three Americans, drinking their chai. Daniel sang, hand outstretched, to try and make some money. Two teenage girls in the backseat of a car laughed at us when I made eye-contact with them.
-Burning piles of rubbish.
-Walking down the pathway to the compound in the dark, afraid of tripping.
-Apartment mornings, before the rest of the world really seems awake. Straining my tea in the kitchen, looking out the window at the colors.
-Fancy Bazaar.
-Playing Nerts and singing.
-Dark streets.
-Choosing breakfast with Kyle at the hotel.
-Aamir Khan.
-Photo shoot, mocking the advertisements and security coming up to us.
-Playing in the traffic round-about.
-Village homes and the unspoken chai competition... and the house that totally lost.
-Salty lemon water.
-Samosas from the street vendor; trying to get by with out limited knowledge of the language and being mocked by our peers. We were trying at least!
-Carefully setting garbage down next to other trash heaps, looking around to make sure no one saw.
-Family.

Chai reminds me of family.