http://www.whereiwrite.org/index.php (via shoeboxdwelling)
Suddenly my couch perch with large window does not look too bad.
The heat is building up terribly this year, the park is drying up much quicker than in previous years. This morning I noticed fruit on the Midas tree – a tree that I walk under every morning, but eyes and no eyes! The Kailashpati are a beauty too. Very sad re the snow and hailstorm in interior Maharashtra... horrible losses.
RIP, Mr. Khushwant Singh. The end of an era.
I remember reading *Train to Pakistan* in secret, class 9, was it?