Friday, November 02, 2012

Creative much?

In my last job, I often used to wait back late. One evening, a friend and I were havinga  quick snack at the office canteen. It was raining and the sky was really pretty. We decided to take a rick to Bandra and have a snack at Moshe's. Even in the wet dusk of magenta and oranges, we could imagine sipping hibiscus tea watching string lights sparkling on to Hill Road.

She then told me of her days in advertising. She had left those days behind and she didn't miss it. Although this essay is not written by her, it could very well have been her voice:


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