Just another tea stall

It was the usual roadside cha stall, tiny plastic cups, rickety bench, cheerful biddy complete with a woolen scarf, on this decidedly warm winter evening.

Just beyond Ajanta cinema, towards the Taratolla flyover, just half way my daily commute home from work, I change here. Wrapped as it was in bits and pieces of tarps, the entry being an illegal gap in the fence bordering that bit of the Diamond Harbour Road, I never once saw it before.

But never once in 4 years? Really? Both of us - me and the scarfed biddy were surprised.