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Jessica Olans, an Andover resident and Tealuxe patron, said that “in some cultures, people drink hot tea when it’s hot out and cold teas when it’s cold...

Author: By Nathan C. Strauss, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Frigid February Hits Cambridge | 2/7/2007 | See Source »

...such man does pipe up: a half-blind tea seller named Gopal Pandey. Like Zelig in a dhoti, he has a walk-on part in every major upheaval of the past two decades. Eventually, Kartar Singh's party tries to capitalize on Gopal's iconic ordinariness by running him for Parliament. "Symbols," a jealous opponent observes, "are all some people have to eat and drink...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Mr. Smith Goes to Delhi | 2/6/2007 | See Source »

...maidservant. ''They didn't say. But they behaved in a very unusual manner.'' ''Tell them I'll be down presently,'' I said. ''Give them a cold drink and some cigarettes.'' I did not hurry. I wanted time to think and be ready to cope with whatever was coming. After tea, I went downstairs slowly, deliberately creating the impression of composure. When I entered the living room, both men were sprawled on the sofa. Qi stood up from force of habit, but when he saw that the other man remained seated, he went red in the face with embarrassment and hastily...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Life and Death in Shanghai | 2/5/2007 | See Source »

...Guards had allowed my daughter to keep after they looted our home in 1966. The padded jacket of navy blue woolen material lined with maroon silk was new in 1966, and it looked new now. With trembling hands, I picked up the white porcelain mug Meiping used for tea and found it was stained faintly brown inside. It had not been washed, and the tea had dried. My heart thumped faster and faster as I examined each article. I could not help thinking that something terrible had happened to my daughter not long after I was arrested. She had probably...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Life and Death in Shanghai | 2/5/2007 | See Source »

...toast. A pretty girl with two long plaits over her shoulders came in to watch me. She picked up my coffee cup and sniffed. Making a grimace, she asked me, ''What is this?'' ''It's coffee,'' I said. ''What is coffee?'' I told her that coffee was rather like tea, only stronger. ''Is it foreign food?'' She put the cup down with a clatter. ''I suppose you could call it foreign.'' ''Why do you have to drink a foreign beverage? Why do you have so many foreign books? Why are you so foreign altogether? In every room in this house...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Life and Death in Shanghai | 2/5/2007 | See Source »

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