In the Coffee House, with Mr. Vasudevan
Saturday, April 30th, 2005The coffee house, as I expected was half full. With old furniture, its wooden benches and tabletops which had developed cracks of all lengths and depths, just like the wrinkles which were as common in almost every attendant, spelled the longevity of time this coffee house had witnessed.
As I said, the coffee house was half […]