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Open Graph

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arjun sumitra

description

adagio

site name

arjun sumitra

author

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2026-02-22 09:26:23

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arjun sumitra | adagio arjun sumitra adagio Menu Skip to content Home About Aunty’s bar Posted on February 20, 2015 by arjun Night was unusually calm and the streets were deserted. I walked out of John and Maria’s house with the backpack heaved on my shoulder stabbing my existence. I had little money left and the advance sum I had given to John for the room, I had booked for one month I was out in a week, wasted. I reached the main street. To my right was the beach I could find a place to sleep and a bar I knew open till late was to my left. “Aunty’s bar”. Locals called her aunty and she preferred her anonymity. She was sitting behind the bar counter, waving off the smoke clouds hovering in the bar with a hand fan. She had a stern face and her acknowledgment to regular customers was a laden blink, courtesies done away with, she never implied service charges. “Hello Aunty” She looked at me and my backpack. “You checked out John’s place?” “Yeah...

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