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Scenes from the Café â˜•ðŸ°

A quaint little café in a busy, busy market of Delhi. And here I was sitting idle, going tap tap tap on my laptop 🧑‍💻 observing people as they carry on with their lives. I eavesdrop on them, because well, that’s the kind of person who I am who easily gets distracted by background chatter.

There is a group of teenagers 👭👬🧑‍🤝‍🧑👫on the table next to me (I assume teenagers) who fail to understand the concept of cheesecake 🍰 and compare it to eating raw dough. They move on to complaining about soy milk 🥛 and almond milk giving the rationale as to why would anyone want to drink crap. Well, what do I say? And I thought I cribbed excessively.

I think there’s a couple 👫 meeting for the first time on another one of the tables. Probably found each other on some dating website, 💓💕or maybe their parents fixed them up. There is cute awkwardness on their table as they sip their coffees ☕ making eye contact but not too much. Smiles are being exchanged. Usual questions about what you like to do in your free time etcetera etcetera.

Two sweating and tired women 👭 just walked in. They ask at the counter if they can have some tea 🍵. The lady at the counter says something to them that I couldn’t hear (eavesdrop) but the ladies are not fully satisfied with the response. Nevertheless, given the excessive heat outside, the ladies decided to order the tea and some cake and rush toward their table. Ladies had quite a haul today and are pleased with their shopping spree 🛍️🛍️🛍️. If only the weather was better 😓.

One of the women towards my back just complained about the steel straw and something about the bartender tasting her drink 😲😱. Since I am eavesdropping it looked difficult for me to get to the bottom of this issue but hey, the manager just arrived and the lady refuses to drink that coffee. Tch Tch Tch. They are going to get her a new coffee.

A small boy 🙎comes in with his mom looking for some cookies 🍪🥠 which the cafe has plenty of. A battle of negotiation begins between the two with the boy asking for 5 boxes and the mum only agreeing to one. After a lot of bargaining, they settle on two boxes . The boy is happy and the mum doesn’t seem to care much.

On a table behind my back, some kind of business transaction is taking place it seems like. I hear some foreign voices as well, most probably a skype call. Can’t really understand if it is going well or not but I am tempted to turn and stare. Well, I just did and it looks like it is going well. Good for them!

Oh hey, the teenagers just left. In separate directions though. What was that about? And as they moved out, one of them screams – “what about next week? Are we still meeting” and the rest of them royally ignore him and keep walking their way. Teenagers, I tell you! 🥴

And here sits a creepy blogger 🥸🤓, listening to random people’s personal conversations, going tap tap tap on the laptop, enjoying a new york baked cheesecake despite the raging lactose intolerance. Well, at least the coffee has almond milk *wink wink 😉

10 responses to “Scenes from the Café â˜•ðŸ°”

  1. Well written..and as they say…a lot happens over coffee!!

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    1. Haha! Yes absolutely.

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  2. I’m a people watcher. I think a lot of life swirls around us and we are, for the most part, oblivious.

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    1. That’s very true!

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  3. Nope, Not Pam Avatar
    Nope, Not Pam

    That sounds like me ☺️

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    1. Haha!! I’d like having coffee with you ☕ 😂

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  4. Haha I always eavesdrop too- you’re not alone 😂

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