A plush neighborhood cafe, for city people like us, is the place to be…
a place where friends who do not brag or boast catch up with some more friends who do not brag or boast, in a quaint, quiet corner that is laden with tanned wooden couches stuffed with bottle-green leather cushions that are arranged neatly around a rectangular coffee table with an ashtray placed on top, (aren’t we done with plastics (read: plastic faces) yet?) against two finely etched french windows that fill that side of the wall painted in dull beige with complete ownership, to share chunks of their hearts along with cakes, cookies and some hot cuppas…
where the air is filled with sensuous aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans and tea leaves and the crackling sound of some English crockery…
where every conversation gets knitted with dramas and care-free laughter while still preserving that sense of respect for each other, and WTF…where apps (Whatsapp/Twitter/Facebook) and kids are strictly prohibited…(Holy cross! Now that’s really some adult content in the room there ;))
where the delicate tic-tac-toes of high heels do not go un-heard amidst the loud thuds of woodland boots and where the now fuller and deeper but still softer voices ushering through lipstics and glosses of the fairer sex (not sure if fairer otherwise ;)) who’ve kind of seen most of the world by now are not misconstrued as flirtatious by the beard-bearers with deep male baritones…
where high brows, kohl-ed smoky eyes, long necks and cleavages not only add to the vulnerability of the room but also stand equal chances of getting applauded for the work done…
where friends join in to raise innumerable toasts to celebrate innumerable moments of life underneath that one roof in a quaint, quiet corner away from the rest of the world. ..surely a city cafe is a place to be…a perch for the city dwelling birds in the heart of the city but reassuringly away from it! 🙂 🙂 🙂
That’s a tete-a-tete with a great friend at Starbucks over two mugs of Hot chocolate…
Cuppa tea and me 