Every day at 3.30pm

The sun shines through the corner office and hits me in the eye.

Sun worshipper that I am, I enjoy seeing its gold orange glow reflected off the modern steel and glass structure opposite the window, and I imagine briefly, that I am sunning myself on some tropical island..

And I wish I could exchange the tweed umbrella in my bag for a tiny coloured paper one in my drink.

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  • Hi,

    I cannot tell you how much I love your blog….I left Madras when I was 15 and I am almost 19 now..stumbling upon your blog has bought back so many memories and I am truly jealous of your adventures !


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