Why every session begins with a warm cup of chai.

You could fairly ask why we do not simply start the massage. The honest answer is that most bodies arrive still driving. The calendar stays open behind the eyes, the breath sits high in the chest, the shoulders hover half-raised. Skilled hands can only do so much for a body still braced for its inbox.

The chai is the bridge. Ours was crafted with our friend Meherwan Irani, and it is poured without hurry, because hurry is exactly the thing being set down.

While the cup is warm in your hands, we talk about your body. Where it holds. What it needs. How the last stretch of life has treated it. We listen to the words and to everything around the words.

Somewhere in those minutes the shift happens. The breath drops. The shoulders lower. The nervous system stops scanning the room and concludes, correctly, that it is safe here. Whatever follows on the table lands twice as deep, because you are actually present to receive it.

It is a small ceremony, and it was never really about the tea. It is the room saying: you are here now, take your time. That is where the session truly begins.