It is a busy day at the café, bearers flit between tables balancing trays of tea cups and saucers of bun-maska. Waiters, meanwhile, scribble orders in a jiffy – Poro, Akuri, French toast, Keema Pav, Rasta Sandwhich, Mawa Cake. The place is abuzz with a steady drone of guests; the air is fragrant with aroma …
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