Waking up has never been this hard. My punctuality record at the office has never slipped so low. I have never missed so many morning meetings in a month. Today, I blame it on the rain. For weeks it eluded us, and now its coming down in sheets. The wind is stronger than I have ever felt it, and all my laundry is actually dry, for a change. But what is it about gloomy monsoon mornings that make me want to just curl up in bed with book?
September, when we meet, we have a lot of unfinished business and unquenched desires to fulfill.