I spend sixty hours in office (including Saturday) this week and someone asks “Was it for work?” Yeah mate, I don’t fancy going to the office unless it is required… Ten hours work in a day is normal, but it is the two-and-half hours a day commuting in Mumbai that isn’t.

So all I did this week was to go to office at 7am, come home at 10pm to eat and sleep. That’s all.

Marriages! It feels as if the whole city is getting married this season. 3 marriage parties were enough for breaking down my digestive system and I declined to go to the fourth today.

Paused reading Arthur Hailey’s “The evening news” and almost finished with Khushwant Singh’s “Train to Pakistan”. What a masterpiece! Review coming up shortly.

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