• “My mother is a tea snob. I remember, in summer, going to Puri on crowded local trains. The two-tier compartments had no air conditioning, but even in the sweltering heat, with the overwhelming throng of people, she would carry a small wicker basket with her Thermos flask, tea pot, tea cosy, tea strainer and milk pot. She would make a ritual out of serving tea, even if she had to balance the tray on one knee! The way she used to savour it, I realised, was not just about the tea, but her identity. For a lot of middle-class Bengalis, a good tea set was like a family seal. You didn’t have to own a car to feel good about yourself.”