Café
By: Mridula Murugan
The door opens,
a soft bell rings.
The smell of coffee
brewing, and
steam curling
in the air.
People talk quietly,
cups clink,
nothing rushed.
Outside moves fast,
but in here,
the world remains
slower.
You sit for a while,
doing nothing,
and it feels enough.
No need to hurry,
just one more sip.
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