Cafe in the Mountains

So my cousin went to this bakery somewhere in a small town of Uttarakhand on the day of Eid and she said it was like a bakery+coffee shop with coffee flavours as many as the petals of a lavender. Another thing that she mentioned was that this shop is placed at an elevated terrain and there's an expansive corridor, a balcony sort of within the bakery. You can sit there with your coco filled croissant or cinnamon rolls blazing with delight whilst brandishing a freshly brewed mixture of caffeine and bliss. Here's the best part though, whilst you wield all that goodness via the expansive lense of the balcony you can see the Himalayas right in front of you! Right yonder. This wholesome conjunction of a bakery and coffee shop is run single handedly by a cheerful young maiden. She does everything around there and she's as warm and welcoming if not, even more welcoming than the scent of the shop itself. She is the sole owner of this nirvana wherein smiles and cheerful thoughts are exchanged and peace is found on the snowy tops of the majestic Himalayan range.

The correlation of peace at mountains with tea is so prominent in my circle, especially mountains that give out all the hues of green and lush. It is only normal for tea to spring first to mind while seeing such sights that entice you to think about the delicate tea plantations where the little ones are nurtured for their trying journey to become a delicacy. To speak about coffee and that too with the same enthusiasm in this climate can become a challenge most certainly, as to find a cocoa bean plant within the jungles up here would be the equivalent to finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow by a narrow stream somewhere in Ireland.

But despite this the sophisticated aura that the wind patterns and the shades of pearl white beyond give off is something that could only resonate with the reassuring scent of coffee, and just by that account and the fact that coffee shops are springing up pleasantly more and more as the years go by. The energy of what many term as dark academia and poeticism intrinsically lies here, within the crevices of cinnamon rolls and the foam and froth of freshly brewed coffee.