The cup is warm in my Wisconsin winter hands. Someone told me that smell is powerfully linked to memory. Who would think the strong scent of cardamon would suck me so strongly back to Afghanistan, but good memories this time. Women in small tacked together wooden chai stands at the very edge of the base. Chai was a little bit of beauty in Afghanistan.
Taste must be the next most powerfully linked to memory because after soaking that soft, warm naan in the chicken curry gravy and taking that luscious bite, I was right back in the DFAC in Iraq on India night.
Who would ever have thought the one beautiful thing in your life would be a cup of chai, or a taste of naan and curry. I say about those times, at least there was that to pull me through.