He was sat at his desk in his office, the air thick with sage incense that made you splutter as you walked in. A particularly irritating flute song played on a speaker somewhere as you saw him, wearing an overly bright tie-dye T-shirt and bell bottoms. “Namaste, student. What can I do for you this day of days? May i offer you a cup of chai?” The ‘chai’ in question was store-bought Lipton.