On September 21 last year, I was driven around Central London (with all my bags and baggage) in a pink and silver taxi by a very talkative Black youngster, who assured me that I would be happy and comfortable in London and would hate to leave when my year here was through. Tomorrow, I shall spend frenzied hours packing, all the while wondering at the magic of Central London, the simultaneous shortness and long-ness of a year, and the uncanny wisdom of Central London cabbies.
(If there are no updates for some time, it will be because I am coming to terms with the fact that my dates are up.)
4 comments:
Great pics.
And if you're out of dates, try figs.
J.A.P.
Leaving this country and perhaps that city is hard. Very hard, with memories in suitcases.
welcome [back] to india...
kameeni, lata hai tuney to alvida keh diya! blog to amoose me at once!
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