I am in the queue to buy pre-paid taxi tickets in Mumbai Airport. The space between me and the person in front of me is about 1 foot. On the other hand, the gap between me and the person behind me is aboout 1 inch. Sometimes none at all. I can feel that he is …
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Morphing myself into a night butterfly. Pre-new year ended up in a moat-like water surrounding a building where the club I was supposed to go to was. Clipped wings, soaking wet, I took the walk-of-shame home. Phone dead & buried in a bowl of rice. 4 days later resurrected & it came alive. Post-new year …
I stole a pair of shoes !!!
“Citizen of the World, Citizen of Everywhere,” Theresa May!
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