Brun Maska and Chai

The sweet pleasures of Mumbai life. The bliss of having chai and brun maska is something which I miss. And having a classic Irani close by is double bliss. The minor pleasures of walking in. Going to the regular table (Oh the bliss of actually having a regular table) and having the waiter bring you the chai. And it is so much more blissful when you are all aglow with the healthiness of having walked a kilometer to have it. Nothing beats it. Not even the incessant inaneness of bratty mothers screaming for their kheema pav or inflecting their baby gossip on you......