London, 2016, It’s the middle of the night,
Me and my friends go out on the streets in the dead dreary night.
It’s snowing heavily and the streets are covered in mist,
From the corner of our eye we see a kiosk covered with lights.
We walk towards it with curiosity in our eyes,
And to our surprise the guy was selling chai.
With shivering cold rushing through our bones,
We ordered a glass each to make us feel close to our homes.
After the first sip we cringed and looked,
As everyone was disappointed with how awfully it was cooked.
We laughed about it later when we had chai in our usual place,
Discussing how thousands of miles gave it an average taste.