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“I have always wanted to see this place from inside. Finally”, I said smiling. “This is a much smaller shop.

I was sitting there feeling the warmth of the wollen rug beneath me, and the lukewarm terracota tumbler with milk

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Hello I am Mr. Selvamani, and this is a normal hot, humid, filter coffee scented morning, reporting to you live