Nukkad Teafé- This is a place how our world should be exactly like, a HAPPY place

In the sleepy town of Bhilai, Chhattisgarh, there is a café with which you would like to have a long term commitment with. The ‘Nukkad Teafe’ only employees people with visual and speech impairment along with members of the transgender community and that is why I say we need a world like “Nukkad Teafe”, inclusive and accommodating.

If you visit this happy place and manage to be away from your phone, you can also earn a 10 per cent discount on the total bill, one condition- leave your phones at the counter and for a change, just talk.

An interior that is rich in tribal art, funky quotes scattered cushions to make you all comfy, a guitar in case you wished to sing along, books lying around which you can pick up to read, customers can easily order anything from menu to the ones serving who are deaf and dumb- write down your order on a note and you will be served with a smile.

 

There are ludo, chess, board games to keep yourself engaged. If you are one of those who just wants to read or write something in your diary (like me), Nukkad is the place for you.

Head definitely to this amazing place which is not just working for an amazing social cause it’s also teaching people what they need to learn- Empathy towards the differently abled and to be social without social media.

Dear Chester- You held us from falling then….why the fuck?

Dear Chester

I woke up today with my endless news app flashing that you committed suicide. And I was numb, yeah numb is what only you understood fully. As I write this I go back to this young girl on a sports trip where you were introduced to me. My first rock, that thumping, that anger that I never imagined could exist, I came face to face.

To the days when I was an introvert, shy, nerd girl who thought she was ugly and was not desired by anyone (Ya there was a time when being nerd was not at all sexy) and somehow you understood me, you understood how I had complaints against everyone not understanding us. And how how how you gave a voice to all of those repressed sentiments.

And you gave all of us Alices our own wonderlands, where we would creep in to escape the complexities of life, a little world where everything was just humane. And a music that we keep listening to again and again.

And today as I read heartfelt tributes to you I know why Linkin Park is one among millions of us, it is the same reason Bennington’s death is so devastating. You helped all of us cope with our own issues for years — as an outreached hand for those struggling. “I’m holding on/ Why is everything so heavy?” It’s a simple couplet that offers a striking sense of empathy for those finding the day-to-day difficult. If it hints at the issues you were facing in your final moments, it also encourages others to try to hold on.

You don’t owe any of us a reason for suicide but you going away is scary. Depression is for real and when you say that no human is immune to wrong choices, i believe you. Maybe you were betrayed by judgmental friends and arm chair advisors without even having a hint about what you were going through.

Thank You for your “holding on” pal.

Thank You for your music pal.

RIP

Love

P