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Waking up lazily on what turned out to be a mid-week holiday. 

Making plans to go to your friendly neighbourhood cafe. 

Placing your order with the counter lady who knows you by face, name, state of mind and meal preference. 

The delight of finding an empty table. 

Picking up your order at the counter and then biting into the softest chicken sandwiches in the world. Made with white bread of course. After tucking in some freshly fried chips into them. 

Everything the doctor advised you not to do when you met him the previous evening. 

Our guilty secret.

Then taking a bite of the egg sandwich that thep wife had ordered. Made fresh for her, grilled as per her specifications. Each eggy buttery mouthful telling you that good things in life are worth waiting for. 

Sipping on your #firstcappuccinooftheday. Perfectly brewed without a fuss. 

Bumping into a friend who had come over with her 4 year old son to buy collateral for an online Halloween party followed by a quiche repast for mother and son.

Thinking of how till a few weeks back these simple pleasures of life that we take for granted seemed like a faraway dream. 

Saying a silent prayer for having survived so far. And thanks to all who made it possible. 

Breakfast at Candies in the times of Covid.

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