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Published: March 16th 2018
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Odd to say, but my favourite part about India was the Chaiwallas.
My ears would perk up immediately when I'd hear their weary call, somewhere off in the distance.
Chai... Chai... Chai... Chai...Chai...
A man carrying a shiny, chandelier-like thermos would magically appear. Whether it be on a local bus, in a traffic circle, on a train carriage, or in a street market, there he was, the Chaiwalla....
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Brendan Vermillion
Over my dead body
Oh heck no Andrea. Words cannot express how much I do not want to experience what you had to go through. Wow, I read this thinking to myself that it was going to get better, but no, it really didn't. What a trip. Glad the Chai brought some happiness to the days.