What is it about old places that tugs at our hearts? Café Samovar, that squeezes itself between the Jehangir Art Gallery and a lush garden, whose space it hasn't gobbled, will down shutters on March 31. I was reluctant to write this piece because I thought, who knows, maybe, just maybe, it will get yet another extension (as it has happened in the past) and I will continue to troop down for my quota of paranthas, kheema, chai and pakoras and an hour of a feeling that is a perfect blend of fun and bliss. Is there a word for that?