Sometimes fortuities can be a sweet coincidence, sometimes some coincidences make things perceived like a sweet miracle.
Discovering this coffee shop during my India tour was a sweet coincidence for me that it ascertained like a miracle at that time, in that particular moment of chaotic time I was having in a foreign country.
Finding this cafe, in that time, in that place, in moments made my whole trip saved from going south.

I travel like a nomad, in a journey of thirsty exploration yet count every penny even if that is in a foreign country, to be particular, a budget traveler through and through. I will walk miles after miles if that is a probability of no plausible hindrance, I would walk and be adept to no luxury to save a little penny.

So, when I went to India, I found a host for me, that they will provide a stay which will save me the hotel renting expense, which is saving approximately half of the travel budget.
Henceforth, without a second thought I forthwith accepted the invitation cordially, cannot deny as a female, staying with strangers in another country did not probe any worry. However, I am impelled to believe in law and my smart-self, and decided to try it out, as I can leave them anytime and find a hotel if something goes south.

Should I be perceived as being fortunate, or was it that fortune favours the brave?
Nevertheless, my host was extravagantly kind and cordial in their hospitality that, when I departed from their home at the end of my journey, I realized a proportion of my heart was left there.
Clinging my morning tea at their balcony,
Lingering the smell of smoke and breath in the wind of the house,
Our slothful noon of the maddening heat of summer,
Our endeared midnight of stories and laughs.

However, due to excessive summer heat, I could not go or travel around anywhere and mostly passed my days at their home, which was rather becoming very awkward and extremely monotonous. But to no avail, I cannot just go out to only sit somewhere or drink, as it will only cause spending unnecessarily, while waiting for the heat to subside a little.

I was yearning for at the very least a change of place or environment to leave the house so desperately for at least some time. That was in one afternoon, when I was going for tea outside and thought to walk around the neighbourhood for a bit as it is so beautiful.
And there, right under my host's house, was my salvation all along, yet unnoticed.

I found out that the open door, right under the house I have been residing in. And the decoration that I caught a glance with, looked very beautiful for it to be part of the room, so it made me stop there. There was an old man sitting by the door, asking me whether I have been looking for something particular or if I want to look around inside. I could then comprehend it is not a home but a home-café/shop!

I went in and fell profoundly in love at first sight of the interior and arrangements of the café, having never seen in a café before.

I mean that place has a damn bed and you can literally lie down to take nap!!!
After that day, I often would go there after lunch or in the evening to have some serene and lonely juncture with myself, writing something, to read, or just to sit and relax.

It was like a den for contemplation, pondering to nothing, melted in time, as if a distinctive dimension beyond all earthly predicament.

I would often sit near the bookshelf, with a dim light, in the not-too-hot or not-to-cold room temperature and be comfortably fused in the airspace, while sipping through the coffee.
And lie down, so comfortably without any worries of lying literally in a café!

Even the waiter, who is perhaps the old man's grandson, would provide me coffee, entering the room with stealthy elegance, as if precisely aware of not to interrupt my muse.

Would you look at that sweet gesture of my little friend!
I am certain he would take other customers in different rooms if that was possible deliberately to provide me that space only to be occupied as only mine as I reside.

And once in a while, I would go out to have snacks from this street-food cart nearby, which makes the coffee afterwards more delicious.

The ART
The ARTIST
Thanks to that café, I was able to bear with the pause in my trip, which made me wait instead of running away from the stuck-awkwardness and was eventually had an amazing trip.

I am certain I would go there again next time I visit India or whichever city, on my way to or way back, taking troubles only to spend time in that café.

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