WHEN AMMACHI KNOCKED

Just imagine this: 
You're overwhelmed with stress about the future, unsure of which path to take, and paralyzed by fear of the next step. That was me—yesterday. I felt lonely, defeated, and found myself crying quietly in my room.

That’s when my Ammachi knocked on the door and gently asked, 
“Oru chaaya edukatte?” 
Without a second thought, I said yes.

Outside, it was pouring rain. I waited eagerly—not just for any tea, but for my favourite: Horlicks tea. I know it might sound a little childish, but that creamy, malty mix brings me so much comfort.

Ammachi soon returned, holding that warm cup just for me.

"Ahha ! Adipwoli " 
Maybe tea really does have the power to soothe your soul.

With the first sip, the weight of my worries seemed to fade. That simple cup of Horlicks tea shifted my entire mood.

For a moment, I was transported back to my childhood—mixing Parle-G biscuits into my tea, watching them melt just enough before taking a bite. One by one, dunking, sipping, smiling. Such sweet nostalgia.

Sometimes, all it takes is someone—someone who knows your heart—to knock gently on your door and remind you that life, despite everything, is still beautiful.

So pause. Breathe. Sip your tea. And enjoy the moment you're in.


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