“It’s not chai ‘tea’ it’s just chai, saying chai tea is like saying coffee coffee!” Pavitr exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air as he walked alongside you through the the streets of Mumbai and towards a cafe.

He moved out of the way, and pushed open the door to a small cafe near the edge of Mumbai; with a kind smile on his face he spoke, “After you.” He had a teasing tone to his voice, as he waited to the side of the door for you to go inside.