Family Values has been released! Babyji is now available in French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Turkish, and Thai. The Hebrew and French translations of That Summer in Paris are also out. My site: www.abhadawesar.com
I also have a FRENCH BLOG.
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Family Values has been released! Babyji is now available in French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Turkish, and Thai. The Hebrew and French translations of That Summer in Paris are also out. My site: www.abhadawesar.com
I also have a FRENCH BLOG.
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In the temple town of Vaitheeswaran whose main deity is Shiva as Vaidyanathan we had tea at a teakadai (a tea shop). Around three in the afternoon the street was peaceful and there was no one at the tea shop. Yet the pot was boiling as if the owner was expecting a host of people. I guess this town attracts a lot of devotees as the main deity is supposed to cure you of all illnesses, diseases,afflictions and longstanding health problems. People come to pray and do pariharams....Back to the tea shop - I saw an interesting contraption there for making tea. I guess it is fairly common and traditional in Tamil Nadu but it was a discovery for me. There was a kerosene stove with a large brass pot which is generally used to fill and store water. Interestingly, here it was used as a container for making tea in large quantities. It had a brass tap in front to get hot water for tea and hole on the right from which hung a long-handled cylindrical steel jug and a tea-stained sagging U-shaped fine cotton strainer. A steel utensil with milk was placed on top of the ever-boiling brass pot. I thought that it was a very smart and practical thing to do. When we asked for light tea and said that we would add the milk ourselves, the teashop owner was lost because this was an unusual request. He gave us tea decoction which was thick, dark and potent. We had to dilute it with hot water and even then it needed a substantial quatity of milk to reduce its strength and bitterness. My husband who is lactose intolerant tried to have black tea but it was too strong and bitter for him. The shopkeeper was confused and amused. The saving grace was that we were served tea in glass cups and not in plastic. Generally, it is a steel glass placed in a patili or kinnam and you are supposed to transfer from one to the other to mix the sugar by which time your thimbleful of tea is cold.
Just next to the stove was a rectangular old sun-paled wooden box with two doors, perhaps for storing tealeaves/teadust and sugar. On top of this wooden box were large plastic jars with biscuits, muruku, samosa ans with something brown and yellow that looked like mysore pak. The good thing about this place was that we could sit there on the low wooden bench for as long as we wanted and not be asked to leave. My husband, his friend and I spent an hour chatting there to the intermittent background sound of a middle-aged woman sandpapering the door behind us with slow lethargic movements.I felt guilty about my leisure while she worked.
I write this in response to your photograpas of chai and the chaiwallah.
priti a
great to know you're having a productive expirience in India...look forward to see your digital videos! and to know more about your writing.
claudia
I just love your blog and especially these wonderful tea photos. Can't wait for more photos.
Thank you for being you!
you captured just the right moments. It is a everyday plight of Delhi morning.
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