Pause Between Cups At the edge of Marine Drive, two tea sellers pause after a long day of serving the city. The same cups they pour for strangers now warm their own hands. Behind them, the skyline rises with ambition; before them, the sea rests in silence. For a brief moment, the sellers sit still—watching the city they quietly keep running, one cup of tea at a time. ☕🌊
Pause Between Cups At the edge of Marine Drive, two tea sellers pause after a long day of serving the city. The same cups they pour for strangers now warm their own hands. Behind them, the skyline rises with ambition; before them, the sea rests in silence. For a brief moment, the sellers sit still—watching the city they quietly keep running, one cup of tea at a time. ☕🌊