Class warfare on the streets of Delhi

Mr Chai Wallah has become a bone of contention in my street. A new apartment block has been build next door (slowly and generally on sunday mornings). The owners, ready now to rent their swanky apartments, want to wipe away the whiff of the workers who built it. Every day of construction, Mr Chai Wallah kept the spirits of the workers up with his sweet tea. But now the building is complete, and he's built a loyal following in the neighbourhood, the owners want him and his innovative chai-on-wheels trolly out. So I'm starting a save Chai Wallah movement. He now parks his trolley outside my house, close enough to stick it up the apartment block owners, but far enough away to avoid offending the nouveau rich tenants.