There came the most awaited guests of the day. A woman of age about 50, whose poise was visage, stepped out the car. I gathered to be the mother of the boy, followed by a coquettish girl who was in her mid-20s of life. Finally, stepped out of the car, the chief guest of the day; dark, slender, tall about 30 years of his age, wearing black shalwar Qameez and polarized sun shades. The whole scenario of their entry in our house looked like a scene from a Bollywood movie, where the hero makes his first entry. While I was watching them entering our place, I was all tired and sweaty because of working in the kitchen and of the scorching heat. So I went back to my room and decided to take a shower again, to feel fresh. When I came out, I had no time left to do the frosting all over again, as I had been summoned to the legendary task of presenting tea in front of the guests. The ritual cascading down, generations to generations, where the guests and the hosting family present a completely diff...