Today, I heard an ad on the radio about some fantastic products with dubious utility value. And they exclaimed, in an enthusiastic, gasp-y voice, that they had branches in: “Dubai, Nepal, India, and Mumbai.” Now, see, that’s why I can’t travel to Chennai next week. My passport’s expired. On the other hand, I could make a quick getaway to Andheri. I love radio.
With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.