
It started with one table.
After many years away from my hometown, Pune, I came back for a family emergency, and found a city full of people who, like me, were surrounded by others and yet quietly lonely. The first Fika was a handful of strangers, one long table, good coffee and one honest question.
That table became a few more, then a few hundred. Somewhere along the way, strangers started saving each other seats.
P.S. Come say hello at the next one. Rucha
