With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Sometimes, there is truth in email forwards. The one I’m talking about is a powerpoint slide that had an ebony black beetle on a dewy, bright leaf looking all Rousseau-esque. The teal italic font read: ‘A friend is someone who sings your favorite song when you’ve forgotten the tune.’
My pal, Mohit, sent me my Mumbai rhapsody – pictures of Mocha.