In this stop-motion tale, the worn Irani café comes alive, its chipped tables and faded walls whispering stories of old. The bun maska crumbles softly, buttery and golden, while chai swirls in a weathered cup, steam dancing in the air. Each frame captures the ritual—simple, yet timeless—of savoring these moments. The café’s quiet charm, wrapped in its dilapidated beauty, holds the warmth of countless mornings, where the taste of chai and bread feels like a memory unfolding in slow motion.