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me: "from tomorrow, i'll have to write a new story again. but much of the delhi tale remains to come out. dunno if i can articulate it sitting there.. in another completely different context."

she 1: "you globetrotter you. sniff.. i go abroad too y'know"

me: "ya but i live in three different countries"

she 2: "and that's why you live in none"

[awed silence. ye to deep one nikal aaya]

he: "ab tu tale of 3 cities likh hi de"

giggle and fall apart...

sunrise over downtown johannesburg hides crime, glass steel and slum. it's lovely. my neighbour on the airbus A 330 was a sweet helpful suid african uncle type, with an almost rhodesian accent as popularised by a grown up leonardo di caprio in 'blood diamond'. ja Jaaaaa (methinks i'll catch me an afrikaner this time)