The Dream Coffee and Chai Corner
One day, when the loans are paid and the pockets ring with a jingling sound, I’d like to have a dedicated coffee area in my home. Perhaps this will be a coffee-cart style decor, or maybe my own coffee bar. I see a hodgepodge of different mugs, each representing a significant memory for me, hanging on hooks, while fake plants dangle above the top on a wall shelf. A jar labelled sugar sits cozily next to the espresso machine. Different coffee pods and creamers dance on the main bar, looking utterly delectable. I’d have a macaroon painting hanging above, and maybe a sign that says “but first, coffee.”
On the right side, I’d have a chai corner. There would be a glass container with a blue lid holding a loose-leaf chai mix of rose and cardamom. The dried, pink rose petals would shine in the dark powder, playing bashfully with the drinker’s decision to pick chai or coffee. And of course, a pack of Parle-G biscuits would be gracefully popped up next to the chai, with a small dish and tea-cup resting right behind.
I’d flirt with both options, deciding which craving to give into.