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Empty Cafe

Do you ever feel like the people around us, at times, influence us too much. At least a guy like me, who listens more than talk, feels like that. I mean it's like you are being bombarded with thoughts and ideas and experiences and views and opinions. And this stuff isn't just about what people are doing, it's about what I'm doing as well.

That doesn't mean I don't like to be around people, it's just that sometimes the place called mind is overcrowded. And that's the reason, my own thoughts are finding it difficulty to find their way. Getting what I mean?

And that's when I made a plan. A plan to find some me time. But sitting at home alone doesn't work, cause when we are alone at home, we have an habit to surrender to the trio(fb-whatsapp-insta), so I thought, let's get out.

But when I got out, the places I know, they were filled with people. Just like crowded mind, these crowded places were unable to give the space I needed. And I kept looking, untill I found it, an empty cafe.

The place had a good ambience, not very big space, soothing music, and when I entered, somebody actually greeted me politely. I mean have you actually been greeted by a person you don't know, politely. The feeling is bliss.

Then I went through the menu, peacefully. Nobody to hurry the order, even the attendant suggested me few stuff. After placing the order, I picked some magazines, available there, while grabbing the window seat. And actually read at a cafe. I mean that was like a dream coming true ( I got weird wishes..lol)

But do you know what's the best part, i was all alone, and I could sit calmly and observe the things around me. To absorb the environment I'm in. I know, not everyone will understand that, but it feels great to be able to see the things for what they are without any noise around.

And then I had the food, which I actually enjoyed, bite by bite. When was the last time you did that? Worth thinking, right? And after finishing the meal, I sat for some more time, cause nobody was there to tell me what to do and what not to. And the absence of people, in the country of 1.3 billion people, does provide the me time every one deserves.

While leaving, I took a glance at the empty cafe, and a smile appeared on my face, cause I knew, I'll be visiting there soon again.

Provided that it's empty.. 😉

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