Here's Nicolas and Mark, another student from my school, studying in a cafe. When I'm in this cafe, I can almost forget that I'm in India, it's so western. The coffee is pretty good, but expensive by Indian standards. We pay $1.50 for a latte or some such concoction, and love to complain about the high prices, knowing full well that in the west we're going to pay four or five times that price. And the place is warm, almost too warm, which is so nice in a cold place like this that rarely has any heating. My school in fact is usually like an ice box, because the floors are all marble corridors and staircases, or concrete walls and floors in the classrooms.