. Waking up really early, leaving powder fresh to meet passion dance and sing songs in a yellow bus
. Arriving in London on a sunny morning
. Breakfast at P's place after a hurried meeting at MTNL
. Eating blueberry parfait at an English Pret a Manger
. Walking through impressionist galleries
. Returning from a Dubai shopping mall to eat pulikozhambu and pink keerai kootu
. Lying with my little cousins, listening to Amama's stories and dozing off gradually in a comfortable curtainless room darkened by bedsheets across the windows
. Garam chai and nashta at the forgotten one's home
. Evening classes at Vakil's and a short pitt-stop at a bakery now called Biona
. Returning home to find mom in the kitchen, dad watching TV, eating leftovers from lunch
. Doing something, anything on a Saturday night in New York
. Taking the night flight on Friday to meet R midway across the 12-hour distance.
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I think it was called the independence cafe and was pretty good till they changed it's name and implemented other bad ideas.
I screamed "oh my god, Vakil!" aloud when I saw his name. I don't think I would've ever remembered him in my life if it wasn't for your post.
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