Sage, Chandigarth – India

In a corner of town, where stories engage,
Stands a restaurant named Sage,
With tiles of green, that softly age,
And vines that from the ceiling engage.
Minimalist charm, with modern grace,
Granite textures, subtle and chaste,
Terrazzo tables find their place,
Amidst the artful clays, abstractly traced.
Banana paper lights softly gleam,
Casting shadows, a muted beam,
Creating an ambiance, a dreamer’s scheme,
A place where whispers softly stream.
Flavors crafted, dishes divine,
In Sage, where moments intertwine,
With every candle’s gentle shine,
A symphony of taste, so fine.
So wander in, through the door ajar,
To Sage, where memories are,
Where tales are spun, both near and far,
In the quiet glow of a single star.