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fresh story, new chaos.<\/p>\n
It started simple.
\nA cold morning. A lazy mood. A kettle humming like background music in a sad indie film.<\/p>\n
I thought: one cup can\u2019t hurt.<\/em> \u00a0Act 1: The First Cup \u2014 Pure Romance<\/strong><\/p>\n The first sip was perfect \u2014 sweet, milky, slightly over-boiled, just the way desi heartbreaks taste. Suddenly, I remember every heartbreak, every exam I didn\u2019t study for, every time I said \u201cfive more minutes.\u201d That cup warmed my soul. Act 2: The Second Cup \u2014 Confidence Lies<\/strong><\/p>\n The second cup arrived too soon. My brain was Wi-Fi 6. Act 3: The Third Cup \u2014 Chaos Unleashed<\/strong><\/p>\n Now the caffeine hit different. Then came the crash. \u00a0Act 4: The Midnight Regret<\/strong><\/p>\n At 3 a.m., I was still awake, staring at the ceiling like a crime suspect or the fan is giving a TED talk. My stomach made strange noises. That\u2019s when it hit me \u2014<\/p>\n \u201cThis is how poets are born\u2026 and also how they die.\u201d<\/p>\n Act 5: Enlightenment by Headache<\/strong><\/p>\n Morning came. I looked like a ghost who\u2019d been through a caffeine apocalypse. Because some mistakes are too beautiful to stop repeating.<\/p>\n \u00a0Moral of the Story:<\/strong><\/p>\n Never trust a desi who says \u201cbas ek cup aur.\u201d It\u2019s a trap.<\/p>\n \u201cThey say love burns slowly. Rest in peace to my sleep schedule.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" fresh story, new chaos. It started simple. A cold morning. A lazy mood. A kettle humming like background music in…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7063,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[205],"class_list":["post-7070","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-chai-tea-teaparty"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7070","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7070"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7073,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7070\/revisions\/7073"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/7063"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beslim.pk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nBut one cup turned into five.<\/strong>
\nAnd by sunset, I was 80% caffeine, 20% regret.<\/p>\n
\nThe chai doesn\u2019t just wake me up \u2014 it forgives me.<\/strong>
\nI sat by the window like I was in a drama, pretending to think about life when really I was deciding whether to dip a biscuit or a rusk.<\/p>\n
\nIt whispered: \u201cYou are the main character.\u201d<\/em>
\nI believed it. Foolishly.<\/p>\n
\nSomeone said, \u201cAnother?\u201d and I said, \u201cSure,\u201d like an addict in denial.
\nSuddenly, I was talking faster, moving faster, thinking I could start a business, a podcast, maybe even run for president.<\/p>\n
\nMy hands were earthquakes.
\nAnd my mother said, \u201cBeta, stop before you start speaking in Morse code.\u201d My family knows the look \u2014 wide eyes, shaky hands, unnecessary confidence.
\nThat\u2019s the chai high.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMy heart started doing bhangra.
\nMy thoughts were running marathons.
\nI wrote a to-do list with 47 items, including \u201cfix global economy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nThe silence.
\nThe oh-no-what-have-I-done<\/em> stare into nothingness.
\nI wasn\u2019t sipping chai anymore \u2014 chai was sipping my sanity.<\/p>\n
\nI\u2019d scrolled Instagram three times, cleaned my drawer twice, and started questioning gravity.<\/p>\n
\nMy hands trembled.
\nEven the walls were shaking (or maybe that was just me).<\/p>\n
\nI promised myself I\u2019d quit chai forever.
\nThen mom said, \u201cBeta, tea?\u201d<\/em>
\nAnd I said, \u201c\u2026make it strong.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMine boiled on the stove for 15 minutes and still overflowed.\u201d<\/p>\n