Before, they were covered with wooden huts,
Near gardens, stadiums, shores, open roads;
When in sweat, soaked, or, wearing woollens,
Whatever season, found there solace alone!
With time, swelled rooms, what’s barren to bay,
Indeed, were myriad to find, or, to choose from;
And albeit the flavours were no different, per-se,
YET, spent life amidst, in the depths you swum!
You wrote or worked or conversed or planned,
Fell in love, or, forgot bygone, to a day beget;
It’s not for coffee only but also a habit induced,
Where didn’t matter how long, where you dwelled!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2026