THE CAFé VERSION OF ME

I love Mumbai.
I love being in a café.
This table.
This coffee.
This little bubble I made for myself.

Love that I can open my laptop
and just—write.
Love that the smell of coffee
makes me feel like something’s beginning.

I see people show up here
with bags full of dreams.
And I love them for trying.
I love me for trying too.

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