Sudha Hari Loves Infinity Times
Chapter 1 – Return to Roots The winter winds of New York had a rhythm of their own—fast, sharp, and unapologetic. I wrapped my scarf a little tighter and shoved my gloved hands deep into my coat pockets. The city was alive, as always—people rushing past, heads down, lost in their own worlds. Some were late for meetings, some chasing trains, some just trying to stay warm in the biting air. I walked quietly, my breath visible, mingling with the steam from the subway vents. My destination: the familiar green signboard of Starbucks at the corner of 7th Avenue. The bell above the door jingled as I entered, and warmth welcomed me in. The rich aroma of roasted coffee beans filled the air, a scent that felt like home in a city that rarely paused. I ordered my usual—caramel macchiato—and found a spot by the window. I took a slow sip, feeling the warmth seep into my chest, and let my eyes wander back to the street. New Yorkers walked like their lives depended on each step. Everyone had somewhe...