Ritika shares how a rainy afternoon at Cafe Courtyard became the beginning of a weekly tradition with her book club.
It was July, and the monsoon had just arrived in Kolkata. I was meeting my book club at a new place someone had discovered on Instagram. I arrived early, drenched from the rain, expecting a standard café.
What I found was a courtyard that seemed to exist outside time. The rain drumming on the glass ceiling, the warm glow of vintage lamps, the smell of fresh bread and brewing coffee. I sat at a corner table and did not want to leave.
“That was eight months ago. Every Tuesday since, our book club meets at Cafe Courtyard. The staff knows our orders by heart. The courtyard has become our second living room.”
Some places serve food. Cafe Courtyard serves belonging.
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