We all were enervated. Four
classes, each 2 hours long had finally finished and I needed a break. A vent I should
say and not just a break and a freshly brewed hot coffee to sooth the mephistophelean
headache. Alankrit suggested that we go to the Indian Coffee House and, after the
little discord that I usually have for every idea that is tabled across, we
marched toward The Rivoli, next to which our dinner joint was located, as
Alankrit kept on claiming.
