We came through the Mumbai Airport gates with a smile on our faces at having come home, but also an acute sense of sadness of parting from the places and people we had been parted from. The night before... We found a petit bistro named Bakers Cafe that served local bread, wine and coffee. It had started to drizzle outside, little lights on the street and shops made the road seem like a street magic fair.
Mamta A Wathare
A publicist by profession, a writer by passion. nature lover, ardent reader, traveller and melodramatic geek.
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