No conversation gets enough importance without a cup of tea.
And of course, with a poisonous stick held between two fingers. Never mind.
Moving around at late night is surprisingly thrilling. The main problem is you don't get too many tea shops operating at those hours in the countryside and if there is one, it has to be filled with local goons and shit-talkers. They ruin the mood of enjoying the cup thoroughly and having a calm conversation.
True, we had to leave empty-handed from two but when you have bikes then it's not an issue. 😁
Haven't faced this issue yet. 😕
We stay lost within ourselves with no scope to notice unnecessary drama unless they are enough exciting to pay attention to. 😂
Unfortunately, our area has a reputation for being hostile (nothing compared to yours...hahaha) and every time you enter any of the tea stalls nearby, either the leaders are smoking there or their disciples (read devotees) are. So, you must have to answer a few questions if you are a stranger in this territory.