Time Stands Still
Cafe Mondegar Many memories are stuffed in the air, some of tea, some of beer. I feel the place, a landmark in a way, defining a city and its people. There are white faces around, mingling with the brown..waiters scurrying around...and the smell of steak rises over the walls, outside onto the blue street where rain colours the faces. It's a moment captured many times. Collegians pouring in, checking out the junk jewellery they bought. I light a Camel and remember my college days. A friend once said, "You'll always bump into someone you know here." He was right. This is where the city comes..if not always, then like me...maybe after 5 years. The last time I was here, I was corrected for calling 'Rose' wine as if it were the name of a flower. In irritation, I played 'No More I Love You's' on the jukebox. Before that, it was a celebration of someone's marriage. Maybe my own. I don't remember. There were friends cheering, singing, dancing...now