70 years ago, a young, frightened and miserable girl got married to a near stranger in Amritsar. Her parents had fixed the match, and she hadn’t even seen the groom when she was handed over to him and his family. The fear abated when she plunged into the humdrum life of a housewife, but the misery didn’t go away entirely. Her husband was spending long days at work, and the household without him was not an overtly friendly place.
And as some of us are wont to do, that young girl – Rajinder Kaur – sought comfort in Chai. She wanted a reminder of the home she’d left behind; she wanted the fragrance of her childhood to comfort her when it seemed that it had all been a mere dream. But comfort was not to be found in the tea of her new house – it was a thick, overladen concoction, boiled till it was devoid of any delicacy of flavor, consumed without feeling by the rest of the family.
But the young bride was not ready to give up so easily. She made an illicit trip to Majith Mandi, the spice bazaar of Amritsar, and made random purchases. Back home, she experimented with different combinations of spices in her tea, futilely trying to capture the flavor of her childhood. She then asked her mother for her tea masala recipe, but somehow it didn’t taste the same when she made it in her new home. And then, Rajinder started cutting off ingredients from her list till she was left with a barebones recipe for chai masala. And her tea was transformed! She finally held in her hands a cup of tea that smelled of warmth and comfort and tasted like all her favorite daydreams.
Now, 70 years on, Rajinder Kaur’s grandchildren affectionately call her Ammiji. Beneath the indulgent yet firmly disciplined grandmotherly veneer, Ammiji, at heart, is a storyteller. She has a story for every occasion – sometimes embroidered at the edges and sometimes coming out as a one-liner. Birds, gurus, the city, her now-deceased husband, her children – nothing is immune to her when she’s in the mood for yarn-spinning. And from her grandchildren, none will listen to her stories with as much fascination and rapt attention as her eldest granddaughter will. This particular granddaughter had the distinction of being raised up partially by Ammiji and also the slightly dubious distinction of inheriting her storytelling genes.
She has also inherited Ammiji’s love affair with tea. The Chai Masala recipe that a young, lost and desperate girl came up with is now a family heirloom – a secret recipe that is being passed down quietly through the generations. This fragrant Chai Masala is the product that spearheaded Ammiji’s, and the one that gave her the idea of bringing Ammiji’s love to strangers.
You open the jar, and you’ll be instantly transported to a fragrant world where dreams are bathed in exotic spices. This secret recipe will transform your ordinary cuppa to one that you wouldn’t want to put down. Premium spices are handpicked and sorted to make a blend that’s not only fragrant and delicious but also healthy.
Try it out once. You won’t regret it.