To be here, amongst the books, smelling their odour is refreshing but in a nostalgic kind of way. I feel really nice here. It isn’t just a cafe. The ambience feels amazing. The books look like decorative pieces but more. It’s like many little worlds are residing here. Some are the ‘cursed’ ones which are somehow famous even after being ‘shushed’ at.
Some are romantic plots while others are dreadful to read yet somehow, each of them connects with its reader in pleasant or unpleasant ways. The odour of coffee and bread along with the yellow and white pages gives a pleasant mixture of refreshment. The sour, sweet, salty drinks quench the thirst with each sip when they goes down the throat at minute intervals. One can reach the end of these even when they can’t reach the end of the book in one’s hand.
The smell of the wood and its cool sensation separates the worlds on both the sides of the door. The sofa comforts when the words inside the book don’t. It’s sensation is nice even though it’s odour isn’t. There is no disturbance nor is there anyone to show you to the way out. You can get engrossed in the plot and these perfumes for as long as the cafe’s working hours.