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 !
Nitty
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