chaiienthusiast

[chaiienthusiast]

In the quiet of the morning light, A kettle hums, the world feels right. Chai brews slow, a secret mix, A dance of warmth, of ancient tricks. Cardamom and cinnamon twist, In the steam, the air can't resist. Ginger whispers, bold yet sweet, The spices rise, a heartbeat’s beat. The milk pours in, soft as a sigh, Turning gold to a rich, dark sky. A swirl, a pause, the world fades away, In this cup, everything can stay. Chai isn't just a drink, you see, It's the pulse of calm, the chance to be free. It wraps you close, like old, warm hands, Lifting you up, like shifting sands. Each sip a journey, soft but true, A reminder of peace, of something new. Chai's not just warmth or taste, it's grace, A sacred space in a hurried place.