Swami’s Deadlines and Jigneshbhai’s Coffee
Last weekend, when we met for coffee, Swami’s phone buzzed like a swarm of angry bees. Notifications flashed. Emails piled up. Deadlines closed in like storm clouds. Across the table, next to me, Jigneshbhai stirred his coffee slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. Swami, on the other hand, clearly didn’t. … Read more