Monday, July 21, 2008

The good life

Dawn. A meal of rice and beans. Roof of the verandah shuddering in a strong, monsoon wind. A great book. Hush. Solitude.

This is why an almost Monday morning feels like a vacation…even though it isn’t.
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2 comments:

Khakra said...

reminds me of the first time I tried Limca.. I was in heaven. It looked gross, but it was awesome.

11:56 AM
Anonymous said...

rice and beans and monsoon.. Bliss!

6:26 PM

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