Friday, November 4, 2016

Diary - Day 17

Recorded absenteeism on Day 16. Was busy working.

Honestly, I am only writing this to divert my mind from the boring documents for sometime. Coming to think of it, it was a conscious decision to chase money and more money (not that I had a bucket of choices either). Well, no complaints in that right. Little did I know that money doesn't necessarily imply comfort. Comfort can be sought in many ways.

Comfort is the cup of chai after a workout session with no need to glance at one of the cafe's wall-clocks. Comfort is nursing your lower back with heavenly stretches after a week long drives bouncing off the potholes. How much have the definitions changed?

Reminded of cafes, learnt that Tehran Cafe near Secretariat was demolished recently - probably to give way to a rather beautified neighbour to the infamous motel that sits in the backdrop. I did not feel a pinch when I learnt the news but coming to think of  it, it feels very sad.

Maybe I will tell my kids one day that Hyderabad used to have a lot of cafes. And Irani chai used to be much more than just another button on the coffee vending machine.

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