Coffee shops are my favorite place to stumble upon whenever I feel a need for fancy ambiance, a good reading, perfect concentration to write an article, or maybe prepare for a literature exam. It is sad to know that we have averted from simple cozy nooks to fancy and grandeur restaurants with a huge crowd all around you. While prepping for my literature today, I felt overwhelmed after knowing the fact that there used to be the coffee shop literature at one time, where the good reads were only reachable by the snooty gentlemen gatherings in the coffee shops. How aesthetic even the notion is, let alone the reality. You enter a coffee shop and the lines “By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!”  perfectly diffused with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hits you gently. Just then, you realize that William Shakespeare is sitting in the lounge with John Milton, Alexander Pope, and John Donne. All with a different approach towards literature, yet producing beautiful ages to make us wonder how each of them created these wonderful masterpieces. This reminds me of a universal truth that we all are different and this difference is what actually make this world a better place to live in.

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