This, is a tale of tea. Of cups and cups of tea. Or maybe not. This is a tale of conversations, sometimes deep and intense, and others dulcet and sunny. Of laughter – so much laughter. And of songs and stories and books. This, to be really honest, is a tale that comes from my very soul.
What is it about a cup of tea that makes everything better, just like that? Why is it that the remedy to all woes, both of the mind and and of the body, boils down (pun very much intended) to this humble beverage? I mean, I have my “I need a cup of gakhir saah that is strong and milky and loaded with sugar” days and I have my “I need a whole pot of black Assam tea and a cup and this room to myself and silence, thank you very much,” days and I have my “I need lemon macaroon flavoured green tea and my best friend by my side” days. Ask any Assamese true to their salt, and they will tell you that tea is an emotion. It is what you offer when guests come home, regardless of the hour. It is through tea that you show how much you love them – because if tea is a mere perfunctory affair for you, you would serve them biscuits and at most homemade nimki. But if you truly, earnestly love them, you will make lusi-bhaji to go with tea. Now *that* is a tea fit for the Queen.
But like I said, this is not really a tale of tea. This is more about conversations, and of late, best friend Audrey and I have been talking a lot about tea, and when I look back at the ten years we have been friends, it occurs to me that some of of our best times together are wrapped around cups of tea. I remember this time when we were about to shift from Singapore to Dubai, and Audrey had come over to celebrate our last hurrah. Must have been because we were packing, or must have been because each time we met felt like a vacation from our everyday lives – but whatever it was, that was the time when we threw all rules out of the door. We had icecream for breakfast because that was what we fancied and breakfast for dinner. But most of all, we had tea parties. Every single day. Sometimes an hour after lunch. Sometimes right before dinner. Armed with the rapidly depleting stocks in my pantry and the excuse that we “needed to finish everything to clean it up anyway” Audrey baked something or the other. Every single day. We drank tea and watched Studio Ghibli movies and exchanged notes on the books we were reading. We had mini spa days where we gave each other hair oil massages and pedicures and manicures, and even put on face packs. We went shopping (quickly discovered none of us were designed for marathon sprees – a minor technical defect) and to the movies. And tying it all together were cups and cups of tea and hours and hours of conversation.
Then five years ago when we met for the last time in Singapore, the elder one had just started kindergarten and I had started working, so Audrey took it upon herself to go pick her up from her kindergarten while I was at work. She would then, with great detail to attention, pick out the day’s best pastries and buns from the neighbourhood bakery to bring home. I would come back home to a tray laden with baked goodies and a pot of tea and my best friend waiting for me asking me about my day. I mean, talk about utter bliss.
Among other things, we would talk about The Dream- that of a quaint tea shop tucked in a sweet little corner somewhere. We’d had it all planned out. There would be two rooms. The first would the actual tea shop where you can buy assorted “Today’s Special” baked stuff that we would make small batches of. And then, step inside with your cup of tea and muffin (if you’re lucky enough to drop by before everything got sold out) and you would find a space filled with hammocks and pouffe stools and cushions and pillows. But most importantly, the walls would be fitted with floor to ceiling shelves that would in turn, be filled with books. You could buy those books too, if you wanted, but if you wanted to simply curl up with a book and your hot cup of tea, then you’d be free to do that too. The in-house experts, aka Audrey and I, would provide you with not just book recommendations, but also tea and book pairings.
While it was wishful thinking on the part of two women who loved their tea and their books (not to mention each other) even as I write this, Audrey is *this* close to fulfilling the dream. She’s days away from beta launching her own tea brand – online for now- and it’s shaping up really well. The woman knows her tea after all. This is also why we had been talking about tea so much.
After my last conversation with Audrey, I started thinking how tea and the friends in my life share an intricate relationship. Best friend Amrita and I, too, bonded over tea, among other things. We started off as colleagues who happened to sit next to each other, but over countless tea breaks we became really, really close. “Chol cha khai” was our gateway into a land away from marking answer scripts and scribbling red marks on students’ notebooks and filing endless paperwork. For those fifteen minutes – half an hour if our timetable allowed us – we could escape to wherever we fancied. Sometimes we found ourselves knee deep in a TV series one of us had been watching, or in a book I had been reading (she’s not exactly a reader), other times in the previous weekend’s grocery runs and how prices vary from store to store, or even the songs on our playlists. It wasn’t very rare for one of us to call each other from the store to decide if we should have strawberry green tea the next week or lemon ginger. Even now, on days I am feeling off kilter, all I need to do is call her up and tell her, “Chol cha khai” and she’d make time for me so we can have tea together. We might not work together and share tea breaks together anymore, but tea is very much a part of our lives.
And the reason why I am talking about tea and the beautiful people I have in my life is because of this perfume:
I discovered Still by Jennifer Lopez through my favourite YouTuber, who talked about this as a gorgeous tea scent that made her feel very zen-like at the end of a tiring day. I was intrigued, even though my impression of JLo perfumes, based on her most famous “Glow”, wasn’t very favourable. The last tea perfume I had owned was Bvlgari Eau The Vert, a classic in its own right, but to my untrained nose, it simply smelled green. Nothing but cool crisp green. This, on the other hand, I found out, has Earl Grey in its top, along with rice. Rice? My curiosity was most certainly piqued. At this price point, I decided it was safe enough to blind buy. With everything going on, I could do with some zen in my life.
The first spray, and I was hooked. Hooked. All I could see was a spa, a posh one at that, with a pretty fountain by my side. There’s a cup of steaming tea by my side, and I am sitting on a plush sofa, waiting for my massage. The light is dim and it is cold inside, and there’s gentle nature sounds – all very soothing. There’s hushed conversation, but not in a distracting way. It merely blends in the background like white noise. Still is surprisingly long lasting, despite being a fresh green scent. I don’t have to refresh it until late in the afternoon, and my husband can smell it on me the moment he enters the room. It is definitely an inoffensive perfume.
Still has slowly crept up into the top ten of my perfumes. Because it smells of tea after all, and what is tea if not the best thing ever? Now all I need is for my two best friends to meet each other, so we can have tea together and smell of this. To friendship then, and tea, and fulfilling dreams, whether it is to open a tea shop or to bring my best friends together. Cheers!