Good day to you, Zonk. It’s 12:33pm and I’m sitting in a train on my way to see The Wall That Was. That’s right; there’s a past tense in there. Because the guys who own the wall are going to have to move out soon. Their lease ends about the same time as the year 2010. Must hurt to leave a place you spent so long doing up. No wonder I’m agnostic.
In any case. It’s the 22nd of December today. I should have been home packing up. I should have been on a train to Delhi tomorrow. I should have spent Christmas in Nainital..because that was the plan and we’d got all the arrangements done 3 months ago. But things will suck when they can and that’s all the time. C has a busted knee and N’s grandmother died this week. We tell each other that we’ll go someplace else, someplace closer; but I believe we won’t. Not this month, atleast. I feel it in my bones.
I’m not built for travel, Zonk. I love cold weather but I can’t take it. I’ve never really stayed away from home much. I get paranoid when things change. But if ever I needed to get out of this place, it’s now.
Oh well. We’ll plan a trip again. Soon.
And I’d have posted this hours ago if not for the gmail word limit on my phone..