In the quiet of Kulhad Chai

Beneath the fading skyline, where the world unwinds, We sit by the tapri, leaving the rush behind. No polished tables, no velvet chair, Just the earth beneath us and the quiet air. A kulhad chai, earthy and warm, No grand gesture, no societal norm. The steam curls gently, like a whispered vow, In this fleeting moment, we are here and now. No need for silken words or gold to hold, In this humble setting, the richest stories unfold. Your hand brushes mine, no need to speak, In that touch, the universe feels complete. The chai cools slowly, but our warmth remains, In the simplicity of this, we break our chains. A love so deep, yet quiet as the breeze, Where happiness is found in the simplest of teas.