The People Tree.

What’s this weird people-watching thing anyway? Why we sit in a cafe and stare at innocent coffee-drinkers, philosophers, fakirs, fakers, dads-with-newspapers, made-up maamis, blue-eyed babies, grown up grannies and growly grandpas while downing a whole lot of kaapi is beyond me. This is what transpired from sitting at the Airlines Hotel with Pencil Jam ce matin.

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