I remember the time I had my first cup of Chai Masala. It was in a little shop tucked in a corner of Bombay. I remember so well the strong heady aroma that gripped me tightly when I took my first sip. And then I thought I had died and went to heaven. I remember the time I had my second cup of Chai Masala. It was in a roadside shop somewhere in New Delhi. I remembered the my first experience when I saw it on the menu& joyfully asked for one. This time, I thought I'd visited hell. Now I come across your fabulous page and had tried my hands at making Chai Masala. Thank you so very much. I saw heaven again.
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