Escape

A year and then some in Bangalore without a holiday has really taken its toll.

H and I woke up the other morning to the sound of the pack of dogs on the street barking at the roaring garbage lorry amid the usual cacophony of hammer and nails...street vendors shouting about tomatoes, paper collection, and plastic goods...the neighbor's stereo pumping out the latest Hindi hit...Enfield engines revving repeatedly for no good reason...mopeds rattling past, quite possibly dropping bits and pieces of themselves as they go...autorickshaws honking...and said 'enough already!'

Hence, we've a set of one way tickets to Goa, leaving late tomorrow night - not to return until the 20th.
Take that, Bangalore!

We're going to stay in the sea until I soak up the entire thing and then we're going to walk ten kilometers just for the sake of walking and breathing clean air at the same time.

We're going to live in bikinis and miniskirts 24 hours a day...Ok, well, that'll just be me, but I don't think H will complain much.