Peace was not having anybody breathing down your neck for an answer. Not feeling two pairs of desperate eyes locked on you every waking moment. Peace was a second cup of coffee.
– Amrita Mahale
A place for coffeelovers
A place for coffeelovers
Peace was not having anybody breathing down your neck for an answer. Not feeling two pairs of desperate eyes locked on you every waking moment. Peace was a second cup of coffee.
– Amrita Mahale