The next was Olympia. My grandpa told me about this. Back in 1985, he used to go there with his friends after office, but only had an image of it. Run by Iranians, at that time, the café spoke about its age itself. Nanu said, “The furniture is same”, and I could sense the nostalgia. We had daal - roti and a cup of coffee. It could be compared to home-cooked food, it was that tasty. I was interested in the activities going around, office-people; especially those keeping roza were there as it was dinner time. The service was polite and humble; it was in-budget for anyone, not a well-maintained structure as compared to Leopold, but still being a rival to it standing facing it from the other side of road.
My taste-buds worked full on till the end of the trip. A visit to Marine Drive on a High-Tide day filled up the voids left. Looking at the skyline of the city, gazing at the sea, feeling the breeze, dark sky waiting to burst out, constant sound of the waves hitting the tetra-pods placed on the coast line, and suddenly, a high-tide comes and floods you in and leaves a smile on the face. That moment, gone in a second, you feel you had a conversation with the heavens. This ambience and a guy came up to me selling chai. How could I refuse it? That mere single cup of chai made it theee perfect moment! Nothing could be better than that.