Indian coffee house.

Indian Coffee House,
The most beloved.
There is a special kind of vibe and happiness that this place spreads. Men in white dress and traditional cap, serves the best cutlets in town with their masterpiece beetroot sauce. And even now, it tastes just like how Achan had brought it for the first time years ago! The pink coloured water in that kuppi class and off white cutlery always remains nostalgic. In those faded pink walls on one side you find AKG and on the other, Nehru. Mathrubhumi, Manorama, Deshabhimani, Hindu, Times, almost every newspaper can be seen in those racks over here. You can find all groups of people discussing, debating, gossiping, reading, and what not.
It feels like time stands still here, as if time was tired of running. Maybe you even wonder, how much things have changed over the years. This place has witnessed people grow and generations change.
And definitely, this is the only place where this chaaya lover would choose kappi, without a second thought! :D
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Walking into coffee house, brings back all the masala dosas, cutlets, coffee and paying the bill scenes. We miss school. But it's these small places and people that school gifted us, we miss the most.
To memories.

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