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Chitli Qabar – an amalgamation of Urdu, Mughlai cuisine, and Tea!
The old aisles have always fascinated me.
The narrow roads, buzzing markets, the smell of spices, small shacks of street food, puzzling alleys, huge ivory houses, bemused tourists.
Being for over 25 years in the same country, the city looks so exotic!
Last weekend, after anticipating and continuous plannings, I finally visited Chandni Chowk with an aim. What was the aim you might wonder? It was simple, I wanted to find a really good cup of tea. So here I am presenting you the hidden gem of tea right from one of the oldest markets of Chitli Qabar.
But before we go there, let me tell you what was seen on the way!
Malo Tea Stall
As you keep moving through the narrower lanes of the Chitli Qabar market, one of the shops that will surely behold you is…
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