Chai and him

We wake up at 4
It’s still dark outside
But we can hear the birds chirping already
How are they so excited so early in the morning?
I wonder.

We stay there for sometime
Just breathing
Not using our phones
Not arguing about anything
Not being cheesy
Not laughing
Nothing.
It’s one of the best moments.
I wouldn’t trade this for anything.

It’s been a while now.
So I drag myself out of the bed,
I need my chai
The kitchen is a bit messed up
I ignore it for now
Because it’s chai time.

He says he loves coffee
It’s easier to make
And he supposedly likes the taste better
But I’m a chai person
So I make two cups of chai.

He’s playing Pubg by the time I return
Uff.
He takes his cup of chai from me,
He takes a sip,
I think he likes it.
He waits for it to cool down a bit
And then gulps it down in a shot
That’s him.

And here I am,
Sipping it slowly,
Writing it all down,
Cherishing the moment,
Feeling happy for no particular reason,
And smiling at them,
Chai and him.

( ‘Chai’ is tea in hindi )