400, 399, 398, 397, 396, 395

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Just some updates:

1. Went for a moonlight trek from Katraj to Sinhagadh. It was arduous, humbling, beautiful.

2. Tried out the new German diner, Mahlzeit. Had a vegetarian wurst- curried (as opposed to a variation, bratwurst). It was quite tasty. The place specializes in German street good and is located at Koregaon Park. (But of course.)

3. Parents had come over and they got me the first mangoes of the season. Those were sliced, chilled, and had with soft parathas for breakfast.

4. A couple of my close friends shifted out from Delhi to Ambala. I feel sad. It feels like the end of an era.

5. I finished reading the book, The Curious Incident of the dog in the night time. Loved it. A tender, strong book with a rather original narrative.

6. Flirted with a few books here and there before committing to buy the book, Name of the rose by Umberto Eco. It seems to be a thrilling side.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Glad you liked the book.

In the name of Rose is also very good read.
The movie made on the books also worth watching.
5:55 PM
Anonymous said…
How come the countdown in the title changed from 400 to 309?
5:17 PM
Anonymous said…
How come the countdown in title changed from 400 to 309?
5:19 PM
Mukta Raut said…
duly noted. will correct it. thanks
5:20 PM
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