I used to think the I-write-in-a-café generation was just high on caffeine. People went on and on about the tranquility of coffee shops, how easily their thoughts flowed, how the steaming hot coffee went down their systems, washing away anxieties and unleashing their creative energy. What a load of hogwash.
All this, until I started trying it out myself.
There was a lovely café near our home in Vienna, and they made a mean latte. When the church bells rang in the morning, the café would get its lights on, and the air would start turning aromatic. It was icy cold outside; the snow still falling steadily. But inside, it would be warm and cozy, and few other joys in the world can compare to that of warming my freezing hands against a cup of deliciously hot Viennese coffee.
Aside from the coffee, what I liked best about this place was the serenity. It would never be too crowded, and even when it was, people talked in soft voices, some of them working away on their computers, some poring over Christmassy novels, nothing in there to pull you rudely from your thoughts and plant you amidst rowdiness, despair or discontent.
Lately, I have started frequenting this café near my home in Pune. It has earthy interiors — all done up in wood and varying shades of brown. The music is never obtrusive; the coffee never weak. I sit by myself in a corner chair, sip from my cup at intervals, and write. Outside, it doesn’t snow, but it does rain. The raindrops dance against the windowpanes; the trees shake up their foliage. Sometimes, when its sunny, stray sun rays enter through window cracks and light up my table.
In a cafe by myself, I don’t have to participate in forced, stifling conversations or partake in communal jokes that I find awfully unfunny. My thoughts, too, adore my little corner bench, and many of them come visiting: thoughts of bygone days, of dreams I have long forgotten, of the marigold plants I used to admire as a child, of the white cat that would always fall asleep on my feet on winter afternoons in Delhi.
A café after your own heart can become a little slice of bliss, a sheltered world within the noisy one outdoors, a quiet place for your soul.
By the by, excuse me for a bit while I tune it to the music of gently falling rain, the whispers of my thoughts, and the tip-tap of my keyboard. Have you heard it yet? It is a lovely composition.
Winter afternoons inDelhi? Wow… you go at me nostalgic. I like to finish undistracted work at coffee shops and can vouch its the best thing to do…
It is, isn’t it? 🙂
And yes, there’s nothing quite like winter afternoons in Delhi. Welcome to P&P!
Totally agree with this post! Until I did sit down to work at a cafe I never understood the appeal of it. But, writing at a cafe has it’s own charm 😊
It is charming, isn’t it? 🙂 Thanks a lot for dropping by, Vinita.
Oh my you made me fall in love with this cafe. How I too want to sit here and do exactly the same thing you are doing 🙂 Gorgeous post! Glad to have stumbled onto your blog – shall look out for more of your posts.
Warm welcome to P&P! Delighted you enjoyed the post and look forward to seeing you around.
Sending you happy, caffeinated aromas too! 🙂
Sitting in a cafe is my favorite activity to read and arrange work stuff and never tried working on the laptop there but next time will do so. I do jot a poem enjoying coffee and typing on my smartphone. Which coffee shop in Pune?
Yes – I used to keep to my smartphone too, for working out of a cafe, but I have found the laptop works fairly well. Do try it out.
It’s the Starbucks at Koregaon Park – have you been there? I love their interiors and choice of music, aside from, of course, the coffee,
I’ve never been to Starbucks in India but the only one is in Dubai. Next trip I am sure to spend time there or else everyday was at Barista, at FC. But, love CCD at Law College Road 🙂
Oh yes, you should definitely visit the one in KP. Law College Road is superb like that – I can never get enough of the chicken burgers at Asing’s, for instance. 😀 The Barista at FC – oh yeah – it has been there for ages, no?
Yes we would hang out there for hours and pehle it was on the opposite near CCD. You know subway right where you climb a mini stair. There was a mobile shop too. We would be sitting there and smoking, too! I am dying coming to India but with some cash crunch, need to work harder and save 🙂
Oh yes, I know the shop you are talking about; there’s one that sells purses too. 🙂 Wishing you all the best for the times ahead – hope you get to do that India trip soon!
Just woooooow.. While reading the lines I almost travelled to every cafe with you… It’s compelling me to go back to a cafe with my lappy and just flow with my thoughts and give them words… That reminds it’s been quite sometime I myself have done that… It’s indeed a wonderful experience to sit with your chai or coffee and let your thoughts flow… Keep doing this…
I am so glad to hear that, Shivi. Do let me know if you happen to have a similar experience soon! 🙂
Thanks a lot for your lovely comment.