
Rohan
The shy poet
Writes his verses on napkins and leaves them under the glass.
Merge. Brew. Serve. Save your grandfather's tea stall.







For forty years your grandfather, Sharma ji, poured chai on the same corner. After a fall he can't run the stall anymore, and Frothwell, a shiny cafe chain, wants the spot for its next outlet. So you leave your city job and come home to keep the tapri alive, one regular at a time.

Writes his verses on napkins and leaves them under the glass.

Has an opinion on every match and a soft spot for the stall.

Never on time for class, never misses her chai.