No meal calls these days

APRIL 22 — It is always a pleasure. To write.

A week past the Tamil New Year, and I have only Mittens to talk to at this hour (It is half past one in the morning).

I had what they refer to as an evening of personal reminiscing. These things just happen, they do not announce themselves. And it was unsurprisingly bittersweet. Continue reading “No meal calls these days”