WHERE IT BEGINS

I grew up with tea. It was simply always there.

In Assam, tea is not a product. It is the rhythm of daily life — the first thing in the morning, the reason to pause in the afternoon, the thread that runs through every gathering, every conversation, every quiet moment alone. Growing up there, I never thought much about it. It was just home.

It was only later — living elsewhere, watching people reach for their English breakfast every morning — that I understood something important was missing. People were drinking Assam tea every single day without knowing it. Without knowing us. Without knowing where it came from, who grew it, or what that place looks like.

That gap felt wrong to me. And so Patkai was born.