The smell of freshly brewed chai karak was coming from somewhere. A little sweet. Vaguely spiced. Insanely comforting.
It’s the perfect late afternoon pick-me-up.
But I couldn’t figure out where the smell was coming from. Wafts of popcorn kept invading my nostrils. And I couldn’t help but follow them.
In an empty space littered with stools, curious wooden benches, and dormant speakers, I found someone else looking for their late afternoon pick-me-up. Back when storage containers were still mostly used for, well, storage, this felt like something new.
Chai karak is so steeped in tradition. And yet fits in so perfectly inside a repurposed storage unit parked at a pop-up modern art festival.
Taken on 1 December, 2017 in Adliya, Bahrain.
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