table neighbours

after a long day with sanskrit declinations at the pool, I met a friend for a light evening meal at Authanas. There was something about these two old men with their white shirts at the neighbour table and their formal manners, so different from the families with saridressed women and men in Tshirts,- as if they belonged to somewhere else. I just had to take a picture without making them notice, but I'm not sure it worked. One of them gave me a quite stern look.