This quiet corner is where I have my breakfast every day when I am in Kolkata. The view through the bars always shows me a slice of real life. Despite how the kitchen looks, the coffee is great and the omelet is perfect.

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Looking out, I see children in their neat school uniforms, and people dressed in their Sunday best on their way to church. I watch men running along the streets, pulling heavy rickshaws with bare feet. To me, this city feels like home.