It rained endlessly in Pondicherry — not a quiet drizzle, but the kind that soaks streets, blurs windows, and slows down time. I ducked into a small café, drawn by the golden glow inside and the promise of something warm. The shelves were lined with pastries — flaky, sweet, and familiar. I picked my favorite, found a seat by the fogged-up glass, and let the world drip and pour outside. There’s something magical about enjoying what you love, exactly when the weather gives you a reason to pause.
Lens and Landmarks 