Tealover Stories

A short story about a traveler and his love for tea. Set in Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India the story questions if he would procure his beloved cup of tea.

As a tea lover, i could not help but buying an advent calendar based on yogitea. Follow me in this journey, while i discover new tastes, flavours and sensation in my daily life until the 25th of December

Since being dropped off at the orphanage at a very young age, by our alcoholic father, it has been my twin brother and I and our little sister against the world. For 10 years now we lived in this hellhole of a place, with Peppa, the orphanage owner, treating us like we are nothing and worthless. But one day, everything changed when a lovely couple, Mr and Mrs Wishborne, decided to adopt all three of us. They seemed really sweet and kind and to me it felt like we finally found a home. That was until strange and mysterious things started to happen in the Wishborne manner. Secrets were uncovered and the Wishbornes turned out not to be what they seemed. Soon we learned that being part of the Wishbornes comes at a cost and our "normal" lives turned into something of the past.

In the quiet corners of a café in Italy, there was Chan-still learning how to trust again-meets a doctor whose smile feels like home. But love, for Chan, has never been a gentle pour. Before the aroma of a new beginning, there was Raven, a man who taught him what betrayal tastes like-sweet at first, bitter in the end. Now, across miles and cultures, Chan finds himself rebuilding-between long-distance calls, plane tickets, and a child's laughter that somehow feels like family. When the past comes knocking-once as fame-hungry Megan, once as the ex who broke him-Chan must decide what's worth steeping, and what's better left to cool. From New York heartbreaks to Bangkok vows, The Theory of Brewing is a tender, cross-continental story of how love matures-not in perfection, but in patience. Because sometimes, the best things take time to steep.

True love, it's not something that can be forced. You know what can be forced though, a diaphragm. When someone performs the Heimlich maneuver to remove a cuisine crustacean from the lungs of a red faced maiden. Romantic, am I right? Well, luck would have it that the person attached to the slender arms that held me, belonged to someone who was also not a master at romance. Because after the blockage was removed I found myself face down on the floor. As for what she said when she dropped me unceremoniously onto the immaculate carpet, I could not for the life of me tell you. I was busy coughing out of the throat that had just been cleared of a giant shrimp. Which I now had no idea where said oxygen obstruction had flown off to. I can only assume that my string of bad luck had it landing in the beverage of someone important. Hopefully, they could forgive me since I very well could have perished due to my poor eating habits. It must have been luck that led me to fall, choking, into the arms of someone who could administer the Heimlich. Now whether that luck was good or bad, was still to be seen. What I could see currently, as I lifted myself from the soft carpet, was clothed long legs perched atop a pair of wicked heels. How long were these legs? I could only guess that they traveled for miles because through the tears in my eyes the person attached on top was blurry. "You really should not eat so fast."

SEQUEL TO COFFEE NOTES I am Oliver or Ollie My parents fell in love over coffee But I think I might be stumbling over The tea leaves in this little shop Stumbling and falling just like they did ~ Copyright 2019 - EmilieKath

In which a girl loves poetry and magic worlds, fantasies and nostalgic times; so she decides to combine her love for jazz and poems in one single book. In here is everything you could ever find, from very very long poems about beautiful things to short drafts about tea... Copyright© Andrea Rousselbin 2019

"treat me like a pretty princess."

i will teach about my favs and all favs around the world

It is just like brownie tastes amazing with vanilla ice cream, lime with tequila, bergamot goes with black tea to make one of the most recognized teas around the world - the Earl Grey. Having a category of its own, earl grey is often classified as a flavored tea because just like oolong, white or green, this tea is also flavored with the addition of flowers, spices, oils or other extracts.

Siddhu never believed in ghosts. But when a rainy night, a haunted mansion, and a cup of Irani chai bring him face-to-face with a tea-loving chudail, his life takes a turn he never expected. What starts as a terrifying encounter quickly turns into something much worse-lifelong responsibility. Because now, every evening at 6 PM, his phone rings. No caller ID. No human voice. Just one whispering question-"Bhai... chai kab laa raha hai?" A hilarious, spooky, and unexpected horror-comedy that proves one thing-never enter a haunted house. Or if you do... at least bring extra biscuits.

Clara Husher is Britain's sweetheart, she's considered to be one of the most talented actors of her time. Upon returning to New York to once again preform on broadway she's asked to endorse a company owned by Jasper Crowley, he's a cold hearted business man with no time for anything other than his work. Clara is determined to convince him her work is just as important as his, no matter how many times he insists he has no time.

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