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Prahelika

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Tales from cafes: The cities are adorned with splendid cafes, Located at every corner; Beautifully decorated throughout its interior; They look marvelous from within. From a group of friends gossiping at a table, To the lovers finding their perfect soulmate; They spend their valuable moments together, By having a cup of coffee. Originated in Italy though, They have widened round the world; By offering various delicacies, They are absorbed in one’s heart. Though the items they offer are limited, Still one can find them relaxing; As they provide a cosy environment, Thereby taking a pause for a moment. ©Prahelika Sen #cafestory

Tales from cafes: The cities are adorned with splendid cafes, Located at every corner; Beautifully decorated throughout its interior; They look marvelous from within. From a group of friends gossiping at a table, To the lovers finding their perfect soulmate; They spend their valuable moments together, By having a cup of coffee. Originated in Italy though, They have widened round the world; By offering various delicacies, They are absorbed in one’s heart. Though the items they offer are limited, Still one can find them relaxing; As they provide a cosy environment, Thereby taking a pause for a moment. ©Prahelika Sen #cafestory

Lakshmi Menon

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She sat at the old cafe, Sipping on some coffee. The same old bone china cups. The same old Portuguese lanterns. Reminded her of her college days, When she would frequent the cafe, With her friends. It was here, that they met, And that was the first time. She had experienced something, Like never before. He had a power over her, That no one had until now. From somewhere under her belly, A woman had begun to rise. The winds were changing... ©Lakshmi Menon Cafe memories #cafestory #collegediaries

She sat at the old cafe, Sipping on some coffee. The same old bone china cups. The same old Portuguese lanterns. Reminded her of her college days, When she would frequent the cafe, With her friends. It was here, that they met, And that was the first time. She had experienced something, Like never before. He had a power over her, That no one had until now. From somewhere under her belly, A woman had begun to rise. The winds were changing... ©Lakshmi Menon Cafe memories #cafestory #collegediaries

Seema Sharma

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A cup of tea to two cups of coffee... Read In the Caption A cup of tea to two cups of coffee …. At a coffee shop Ankush went and asked “bhai ek cup badhiya chai milegi kya”… Like a typical Indian we all crave for a cup of tea after doing or not doing something.. Ankush after finishing his all the work had took a break near a coffee shop only for a cup of tea. The person he asked said “yeah which tea would you like sir”. Ankush said “bhai badhiya dudh aur kadak adrk wali”. A girl and her friend was sitting next to the counter and she heard all this an

A cup of tea to two cups of coffee... Read In the Caption A cup of tea to two cups of coffee …. At a coffee shop Ankush went and asked “bhai ek cup badhiya chai milegi kya”… Like a typical Indian we all crave for a cup of tea after doing or not doing something.. Ankush after finishing his all the work had took a break near a coffee shop only for a cup of tea. The person he asked said “yeah which tea would you like sir”. Ankush said “bhai badhiya dudh aur kadak adrk wali”. A girl and her friend was sitting next to the counter and she heard all this an

Sakshi Jasrotia

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It started from the coffee shop, on the corner of the street. While sipping from mug, my eyes met a small girl standing across the street. Her braid was untidy and clothes were torn, but the smile she wore, was fresh & pure. Thought of giving her money first, and then I withdrew. It’s been 20 years now, her smile is still the same. I am glad I offered her admission in my school instead of money. She also worked hard to prove I was right. I still love to visit the coffee shop, on the corner of the street & proud to see how she runs the place.💕 #shortstory #yourquotebaba #yostowrimo #cafestory #cafediaries #yqbaba It started from the coffee shop, on the corner of the street. While sipping from mug, my eyes met a small girl standing across the street. Her braid was untidy and clothes were torn, but the smile she wore, was fresh & pure. Thought of giving her money first, and then I withdrew. It’s been 20 years now, her smile is still the same. I am glad I offered her admission in my school instead of money. She also worked hard t

It started from the coffee shop, on the corner of the street. While sipping from mug, my eyes met a small girl standing across the street. Her braid was untidy and clothes were torn, but the smile she wore, was fresh & pure. Thought of giving her money first, and then I withdrew. It’s been 20 years now, her smile is still the same. I am glad I offered her admission in my school instead of money. She also worked hard to prove I was right. I still love to visit the coffee shop, on the corner of the street & proud to see how she runs the place.💕 #shortstory #yourquotebaba #yostowrimo #cafestory #cafediaries #yqbaba It started from the coffee shop, on the corner of the street. While sipping from mug, my eyes met a small girl standing across the street. Her braid was untidy and clothes were torn, but the smile she wore, was fresh & pure. Thought of giving her money first, and then I withdrew. It’s been 20 years now, her smile is still the same. I am glad I offered her admission in my school instead of money. She also worked hard t

Anuj Jain

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Cafe Story in Caption Cafe Everyday he would come at exactly 10.30 am in his shabby clothes and unkempt, unhygienic looks and reeking of sweat. The cafe though not chic was no ragtag place either with youngsters and office goers frequenting it. He would sit in a far away corner all by himself and pensively read the newspaper kept in the cafe. The waiter would without even his order place a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits for him. The cashier wouldn't even look at him though he would have never allowed him in

Cafe Story in Caption Cafe Everyday he would come at exactly 10.30 am in his shabby clothes and unkempt, unhygienic looks and reeking of sweat. The cafe though not chic was no ragtag place either with youngsters and office goers frequenting it. He would sit in a far away corner all by himself and pensively read the newspaper kept in the cafe. The waiter would without even his order place a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits for him. The cashier wouldn't even look at him though he would have never allowed him in