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Shreya Pandey

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Shreya Pandey

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Barista

Barista

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Chilling cold, freezing breeze chills me from top to toe,

Therefore I bow my head and couched myself.

Didn't have a sheet for my need.

Crawling in my eyes is a dream of going to cafe and served by barista.


A hot mug filled to the brim with white-chocolate froth,trying to cool itself by streaming out smoke.

A sip of it is healing the harsh tongue and soothing down the throat,

Each sip just soothing the mind and body.

Warmth given by this barista in my dream is like orb of water poured over dried thirsty flower,

Satisfying its quench, filling it with dynamic spirit of growth and scent.


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