मस्त मगन Mast Magan

His eyes were red and filled with tiredness. If i looked at him from far away, i would have thought that he had been drinking so hard and partying all night cause he looked kind of sober. But once we got stuck in traffic, the bus driver got up and tried to fix a nearly broke fan on top of my seat. That was when i looked at him closely. I know i shouldnt have said this but i felt incredibly sorry for him. His face was tan and surrounded by hopelessness. Its my weakness. I couldnt bare to see old men with sadness on the street or anywhere cause its just reminded me so much of my dad. Its not that my dad is a sad person but i just thought about those men's kids and questioned why they ever led this happen. I wanted to help him but when realized there was nothing i could do at the moment made me feel even hopeless.

I wonder if soneone had looked at me on the street and thought of me the same way i looked at people and thought of them.

The immigrant worker at the bakery store i met and a lot of people i saw earlier that morning came into my thoughts over the taste of chai tea when i sat down among the indian's coffee gathering at a restaurant on small street. They had been on my thoughts all morning and it hit me even harder once i saw this bus driver. I had also been questioning myself all morning whether they were happy with whatever boxes they were put in at the moment. What if they were not? And i kept wondering how were they going to jump out of that boxes, pick them up and head to somewhere better? I just thought it'd be easier if they'd talked to god. Maybe they hadn't or maybe they had. That was the part i did not know. But i really wishes that they would cause i knew that wishing is better than giving your hopes up and doing nothing about it. People change when they hope and people fall when they don't - Candice.

This is Pahurat, or what we love to call "Little Idia". Of all the places in bangkok, this is the place i love most. Chai tea (and maybe some little lovely desserts) and me are usually BFFS in the morning. I have to go there every week, at least once! I would start by walking around the market area, go to the bakery store, walk in and out the tiny little streets, and then, end up sitting in this lovely indian restaurant which i had just found out recently they only make vegetarian dishes, even though i go there so often. I love everything about that place. Every time i wander around the area, i discover new things. It seems like an endless treasure to me, like i'd never get enough of it. Its like i am transported to elsewhere when i'm there. Everything about that place cheer me up. The smell of the spices, indian musics, people, gathering and food. Its hard to make me moody once im there. As soon as i put my headphones on and just listen to my favorite indian musics, then im done. I would dance a bit, enough to not look hilarious, and keep wandering around. I made you wanna go there now huh? C'mon! Hop on the bus! And maybe ill see you there somehow :)

Chai Tea

Serve 2 people

Grind these spices

-4 cardamom

-2 cloves

-3 black or white pepper

-3 tsp ground cinnamon

2 little piecese of fresh ginger, smash them a little bit.

2 tsp of black tea leaves

2 cup of water

2 tsp brown sugar (people originally use white but we tried with brown sugar and the result came out beautifully) 1/2 cup of milk or two big generous splashes of milk.

(But really, add in spices as much as you like cause it all depends on how you want your chai tea to be)

Bring the water and milk to a simmer and add black tea leaves and spices. Stir to combine. Let it boil for a good 3-5 minutes. Add in the sugar. You can also add more if its not sweet enough. Strain the tea through a sift and enjoy!!

Little India - Pahurat

India's Proudest Moment