Fika : A coffee break.

She was addicted to warmth. The steaming magic mug around her fingers. The aroma. The froth. The brew. The first sip that slides down the throat.

She was addicted to conversations. Some through words. Some through glances. Some through smiles. Some brewing in the mind.

She was addicted to 'Cappuccinos' and 'American Lattes' and their bitter sweet blend. The chocolate macaroon. The brownies. The cookies.

She was addicted to the million moods. The menus. The tent cards. The mugs.
She was addicted to cafes. And the last sip always broke her heart.

Image : Cookies
Memory : October 10, 2014
Sniper : My camera
Spot : Bake & Shake
Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh

Rhapsody : The elation.

Amidst the city’s cacophony. Honking & rambling traffic. She stands stunning. All dolled up in a bright blue robe. Epitomizing cleanliness, strength, peace, serenity & infinity inside. Face well lit. Bright. Bold. Graceful. Every bit neatly adorned. The entrance, the walls, the tinted glass, the jaw dropping paintings, the furniture, the fabric, the cutlery, the menu card, the gorgeous colors in pastels, the magnificent & colossal antiques. The amiable nooks. The untimed conversations. Lingering emotions. Strange faces. Words hovering in space. The smiles. The aromatic bean. The secret recipes. The teas. The coffees. The songs. The memories.

Tuck your heart here and you will never return.

One bite at a time.

Image : Menu card 
Memory : October 5, 2014
Sniper : My camera
Spot : Cafe@BLU
Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh

Ciel : Sky.

This one's to the day dreams, accidental alleys, fairy lights, staying up till late in the night, the love to dream, the dream to love, being found by dawn and getting stars served for dinner. That familiar follower, accompanying us even during strange journeys to strange lands. Spell bound by its ever-changing hues, I sip coffee in the midst of these views. Here is to the master of concealment; who leaves us in dismay everyday, in every way.

An early morning travel proved two things. Yes, its darkest before dawn. And yes, there is always a guiding star.

Image : The sunrise.
Sniper : My camera.
Memory : February 16, 2012.
Place : En route, Bhopal.

l'amour : Love.

That someone, together with whom you walk your feet. You sink deeper into those dreamy eyes. And watch them sleep. You love that someone with all your days. Whenever they disappoint you. You begin again. You love them every minute they failed you. You offer them your faith. Your smiles. Your writings. A warm peck of trust. Your fingers entwine in loyalty. And whenever you look into their eyes; you see your life - this much love. So ardent. So sterling. So ingenuous. You adore them like a star. Like a new bud that has just opened its eyelids. The reverence like no other. Like it was life's eternal quest. Like you are lava in love. A love, as glorious, as timeless & as infinite as it can be.

Exquisite. Delicate. Phenomenal. Ubiquitous.

Image : Roses
Sniper : My camera
Spot : Table top
Place : Indore, Madhya Pradesh