Dad has Covid.
Work has stalled.
Invoices are stuck.
I can't be in Bandra.
In a strange turn of events, I find myself in a large house without a room of my own.
Conference calls behind the kitchen.
And my birthday tomorrow.
Dear Universe, last year it was complete lockdown for my glorious birth anniversary where the only thing available in the market was spinach and potatoes. And this year, there is this smorgasbord of constraints.
That's cool, dear Universe. This video-game level weirdness every April 3rd will be our thing then.
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