You have a story you haven’t told yet.

Maybe several. They live in the back of your mind like half-remembered dreams — a grandmother’s kitchen, a road you drove on once and never forgot, a conversation with a stranger that stayed with you for reasons you couldn’t explain. You’ve told yourself they’re too small, too ordinary, not dramatic enough to matter.

They matter.

This book was born in the spring of 2020, in a small apartment in western India. With everything shut down and the world unnaturally hushed, three women who had nothing but time and each other started a ritual: every day, over cups of chai, they sat together and asked: do you remember when? What followed surprised them — not just the stories, but what happened to them in the telling. The walls expanded. Time moved differently. What began as a way to hold panic at arm’s length became something universal and deep.

Stories are how we preserve what would otherwise dissolve. How we process what we haven’t understood. How we find each other — across a table, across generations, across the distance between strangers.

Teatime at the River’s Edge will show you how to find the small stories you are already carrying, and how to tell them.

You don’t need a dramatic life. You need a memory that keeps returning, a little curiosity about where it leads, and something warm to drink while you follow it.

Pull up a chair. Let’s begin.