Chai.

Oh that last sip of chai, fucking beautiful. 

It feels like a sudden cold rush of wind raging against your face with that knock in your head, making you realise that its all gonna be alright.


But wait, what if you're actually doing that in reality?
That feel, it's not normal, but glorious. 
It's like you've left all your problems and stress behind and what you actually fear right now, 
is the wind coming to a halt.


But wait, what if you're happy and chilled already, 
that too, sitting in the same place with a cup of chai?

Fucking glorious. 


Every sip of chai you take should be like your last. 
Relish the fuck out of it. 

Don't be hesitant to finish your chai, 
it's like solving a math problem without calculating. 
You'll get it wrong. 

Give Chai your best and last. 
Those 6 minutes are essential. 
Live that. 
Live that well. 


- ThinkerInkedOut

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