Neha,
Thanks for the friend request! I completely feel your "pain" about writing to stay sane and traveling to write! We could be broke over other things, so I guess it's a good thing! :-)
Reading Traffic Signal Best Sellers instantly transported me back to the chaotic and wonderfully addicting streets of Mumbai. You did a fantastic job of recreating a daily scene that can so easily become routine and unexceptional. I look forward to reading more of your entries. Happy Diwali!
It was past midnight. I was waiting for the bus, exhausted, in need of sleep; instead I stood calculating the day’s expenses – map, water, coffee, lunch, water taxi. The Euros were leaking.
Zagreb: It’s a forty minute drive to the airport. Since it’s early, and our taxi driver is high on caffeine, we get there in thirty minutes flat.
London (Luton): It takes forever to get to the airport. After the first hour, the journey is a blur. Between the road work and road diversions, traffic...
In July 2006, two days short of my birthday, I was sitting at my cubicle, working on a radio script for a local retail brand. It had been raining when I arrived earlier that morning, much like it is today – dull, continuous rain.
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