A Short story.. inspired by a Surfing Cafe I once visited If you’ve ever been to the tiny township of Mahabalipuram or any place like that, you’ll be able to picture a little sea-side town with lazy cafes, tourists & a hippie vibe. This was a place just like that, in a little surfing cafe on the beach. A quaint little wooden shack almost, overgrown with pink bougainvillea, where you can read your morning paper leisurely over a cup of chai by a window overlooking the sea. There’s a 20 year old girl helping manage the place – as the cafe opens for the day, she puts away the book she’s reading and goes around doing her thing… Chatting with customers, adding a touch of cinnamon to a tea to make it just a little better before it leaves the kitchen, helping out when the cafe is short-staffed & making everything just a little bit more cheerful. But the cafe hasn’t been short-staffed for a while – it’s never as crowded as once it used to be. As she stands at the door saying
