Nomadic Tales

I don’t remember the exact day I fell in love with tea, but I do remember the moment I realized that tea was more than just a drink for me. It was a pause button. A comfort blanket. A travel companion. A reality check. And sometimes, even a compass. On most days, tea is just tea. But on some days, it's the kind when you’re standing on a railway platform with a bag heavier than your future and an itinerary that’s barely an idea, tea becomes your best friend. That one hot sip which tells you, “Yes, this trip is going to be mad and magical, just like you. So, on this International Tea Day, let me spill some tea (literally and metaphorically) from the corners I’ve walked through with nothing, but a backpack filled with stories.  So come, pour yourself a cup and sip along. Chapter 1: Dadar, Mumbai | Departure Doubts Dadar, Mumbai. That name alone feels like movement. Like something is always just about to happen. I was standing on the edge of what would be my first solo trip and Dadar S...