Today I was again at Indian Coffee House and today I again ordered the World’s worst black coffee there. This is nothing new four days in a week you can find me there, drinking the worst black coffee of the world and cribbing about it. But today when I was there, I took this shot and I liked it. This is also not new most of the times I carry my camera with me and take random shots of Jawahar Kala Kendra and end up liking them.
Now the question came to my mind was why do I like these shots and why do I love this place? I don’t know, I really don’t know.