A few minutes later, they finally stopped near a small roadside chai corner. Winter night had started becoming colder now.
A light fog had slowly begun settling around the roads while small yellow bulbs hanging outside shops created a strange warmth amidst the cold.

A few people stood around tiny bonfires beside their stalls, rubbing their hands together while conversations mixed with the sound of passing vehicles. The familiar aroma of boiling ginger tea floated through the air, making the place feel unexpectedly comforting.