Back in the Windy City
Came back to Chicago yesterday. It's been more than two months now and it is strange how familiar the city looked this morning as I was coming to office. As if it was only yesterday. Even the hoardings looked familiar!
I was reading Mario Vargas Llosa's Death in the Andes in the flight. I was sleeping for most of the time (not the fault of the book) and so I could finish only half of it. The novel looks quite good so far. Will write in detail after reading the whole.
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The novel looks quite good so far. Will write in detail after reading the whol
Fine, I will fill in the missing links. :)
Your illness is terminal and you are an athiest.
Perfect!
Things keep changing yet the world remains same.
Now you must be having a sense of belongingness. Isolation will not knock you down though it will keep staring at you.
Bhumika: Can you be a little less cryptic...which illness ?? Mail me when you reach "home" ;)
Qais: You might be right. Most of the times isolation is a matter of choice. And human beings are not that worthless after all ;)
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