The Chai That Fixed What Medicine Couldn't
I am Ayaan, and this is one of those stories that could have happened to most of us. Have you ever been unwell, like really unwell and suddenly realized that the hardest part isn't the fever? I had been in bed for three days. Fever. Medicines. Silence. The room felt heavier with every passing hour. Not just because of the illness, but because of the loneliness that quietly settles in when no one is around. I was missing home. The voices. The people who don't need explanations just to sit beside you. My phone was silent. Until that evening. "Come downstairs. Let's go for chai." "I'm not well," I said softly. "Fever." "Stay there," he replied. "I'm coming up." A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. He checked my temperature, took one look at me and said — "Enough. You're coming with me." "I don't feel like it." "You will." Reluctantly, I...
