Alright, it is 10: 30 in the morning. vir has gone to school. time to hit work.
I have popped a gum to avoid the oral fixation of lighting up.
The weather is really nice. It is raining and the paddy field in front seems to waltzing with wind knowing that like me for a while we are away from the humdrum of the city.
In another four days I need to get to Mumbai and in another four months, the rice in these fields will be in a sack at a store in some city as noisy and busy as mine.
I had begun to hate smoking in Mumbai. The idea of enjoying a smoke is to sit on a nice couch, a great cup of coffee and look out of the window at a world made to artistic perfections, or at a friends' with a cup of home-made ginger tea. But of late I have found myself having roadside tea and smoking with laborers with a stinking drain close by. Or with a restless wind that turns the smoke right back at my face and hair no matter how hard I try to gauge the direction of the wind and the conversation.
It has become too unattractive.
Sticking my head out of the window, or staying stuck to the edge of the balcony in Mumbai apartments, or worst yet, to leave your conversation, music and even friends to step outside the club, where they stop you from taking the drink out...ahh how do they expect you to enjoy a cig without your drink. As it is, we are dying, be nice to us at least!
Yeah, so as I was saying it is no fun smoking in the cities now. So I thought to myself...
one sec. call.
argh! a call from mumbai. some water leaking problem in one of my homes. and a cig was lit. and most of it smoked.
Will come back later.
I have popped a gum to avoid the oral fixation of lighting up.
The weather is really nice. It is raining and the paddy field in front seems to waltzing with wind knowing that like me for a while we are away from the humdrum of the city.
In another four days I need to get to Mumbai and in another four months, the rice in these fields will be in a sack at a store in some city as noisy and busy as mine.
I had begun to hate smoking in Mumbai. The idea of enjoying a smoke is to sit on a nice couch, a great cup of coffee and look out of the window at a world made to artistic perfections, or at a friends' with a cup of home-made ginger tea. But of late I have found myself having roadside tea and smoking with laborers with a stinking drain close by. Or with a restless wind that turns the smoke right back at my face and hair no matter how hard I try to gauge the direction of the wind and the conversation.
It has become too unattractive.
Sticking my head out of the window, or staying stuck to the edge of the balcony in Mumbai apartments, or worst yet, to leave your conversation, music and even friends to step outside the club, where they stop you from taking the drink out...ahh how do they expect you to enjoy a cig without your drink. As it is, we are dying, be nice to us at least!
Yeah, so as I was saying it is no fun smoking in the cities now. So I thought to myself...
one sec. call.
argh! a call from mumbai. some water leaking problem in one of my homes. and a cig was lit. and most of it smoked.
Will come back later.
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