Chai: "Tea" in Hindi

As I pour a spoonful of the mixed spices into the pot, the little dust particles of aroma scuttle into my nose. A smile has spontaneously inched into my lips. I can't help it. Never before has a smell made me smile, but then again, chai tea doesn't have the average smell. It has sweetness, spice, vigor, love, excitement, joy: an explosion of the impossible.

I anxiously wait as the water comes to a boil on the stove. I reach for the black handle with an odd sense of hope, and inch over towards the white pot already filled with a mixture of white chai and samurai chai. The hot water hits the spices, and the unthinkable happens. Instead of a white steam simply rising from the pot, the smells of the chai are only enhanced. The water molecules twisting in the air carry with them the immaculate perfume of the tea.

Finally, the time has arrived. I take the white pot into my hands, a slight sting establishing itself as the heat escapes onto my palms. The earth-like mixture pours into my Grand Canyon mug, giving the green coating on the inside a completely new tint. I add just a pinch of sugar and a drop of milk. Picking up the cup, I curl it between my fingers. The closer it gets, the more intense the scent is. I take a sip of the concoction. A warmth trickles down my throat and enters my belly. My muscles relax, finally at ease after tiring over the history outline. My nose seems to finally be clear. I can be breath.
And to think, this massive pile of emotion and feeling originating from a little mixture of green tea and a few spices in the depths of India.