How would you like your tea?

Ai chini beshi dudh kom. Likar barai diyo kintu!" my associate exclaims as she falls on her seat, tossing the portable PC and a heap of papers onto the work area. She has an introduction today. Furthermore, tea is her fuel. "The lady most likely has tea running in her veins," I say to myself.

In any case, her all around characterized orders make me relate to the workplace peon. What number some tea does he make ordinary? How can he recall such a large number of requests at any given moment? The assortment of guidelines one can give for some tea is long.

Solid... decaffeinated... dark... only an insight of lemon, please... a cut of ginger would be pleasant... frosted... steaming hot... does the rundown ever end?

How would you like your tea? Toxically sweet? I recall a companion out on a daring meet up messaging me, "She's sweet. Sweeter than my tea."

Or, on the other hand the intense ones that help you battle the severity of your existence with that of the tea, keeping you solid when all you need is to surrender, go to rest and disregard the pending work due tomorrow? Or, then again, do you need for tea thickened with malai, or those spiced up with masala?

In the mean time, on the "insane" side are the few tea slows down in Dhaka which offers teas of kinds of everything possible. From 'malta cha' to 'tok-jhaal cha' to 'Horlicks cha', everything is genuine.

Tea is a widespread dialect. What's more, it has numerous lingos. The Moroccans serve green tea with mint leaves: "The main glass is as tender as life, the second is as solid as affection, the third is as astringent as death," their maxim goes. The Tibetans add salty spread to their tea. The Thai frosted tea is a party of sweetened consolidated drain and sugar and flavor. Et cetera.

We needn't bother with motivation to drink tea. That doesn't mean there is no! It is useful for your wellbeing. It awakens your faculties in the morning. It loans that vitality and excitement you requirement for a counterfeit introduction you really don't give two dimes about.

Like that of my colleague's. I see her hurry to the meeting room, grabbing the measure of 'chini-beshi-dudh-kom-likar-barano' cha. I rationally wish her well and furthermore thank the peon for all the diligent work he does. Simply envision every one of the requests of tea he is besieged with ordinary. He won't not be a media sensation like Arshad Khan the nice looking Pakistani chai-wala, yet he as well, is no less a saint!