The aroma of ginger-cardamom tea coming from a roadside tea stall pulled me inside to rejuvenate my tired body, mind, and soul. Upon asking, Amma said, “The last cup is left for you both to share”! Before I could say anything, “No issue” a male voice answered looking at me, awaiting my response. That drenched evening etched a sweet friendship o’er a half-cup of tea.