Saturday, May 17, 2003

Hot stuff
I guess I spoke too soon about the rains in Chennai. To put it ironically, it turned out to be a damp squib. The days feel like you�ve been made to stand in front of a very large hair dryer. The nights: well, have you ever looked out of the window at a moonlit scene where the leaves of the trees glisten in the dark? Looks like a painting: in my case it might as well be a painting. Nighttime and the trees and the traffic and the birds and the beasts are all motionless and silent. Dead silent and still as painting: not even a hint of a breeze. That is when the dialup icons on the systray mimic nature: absolutely no movement, no blinking lights, nothing. Frustrating and suffocating!

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