Somehow a good strong cup of coffee gets my thoughts in order and I can say and think so much more .
But when barista from a very cosy corner inside koregaon park shut down it was blow I couldn’t take
It’s the perfect setting , almost hidden from the outside world so to speak .
Faces a green lawn , looks onto Osho Ashram on one side and a stary peacock does the rounds there on rare occasions
Apart from that only on weekend evenings does one feel that theres a crowd happening otherwise I could peacefully settle into a cosy corner outside on the verandah and sip endless cups of latte and ponder about various arbit unimportant stuff.
Its while sittin here that I remember A calling and serenading me with a lovely track from a very sidey hindi movie but the songs stuck in my head someplace and refuses to budge the 2 ladies who sat opp my tabel and drank their cuppas are etched into my mind too . the way I smiled goofily all alone and waited for my buddy I to drop in and how the grass in the lawn I faced suddenly looked so wondrous as if I was dancing a slow sweet dance …I cant forget .
The only thing is that my haven doesn’t exist anymore. not even a simple notice to let us know what will happen of the barista . its as it it never existed almost like the whole song episode never happened almost like watching a movie with an abrupt unexplained end .
I wonder whether the peacock misses the bread crumbs he got for free.
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