Another year older, a little too much biryani, and a long evening walk under a patient sky. Forty-six is for watching the clouds, not chasing them.
Rainy New Year, broken corkscrew, good Merlot anyway. Sometimes that's enough. Happy New Year to all.
Last night, Max and I managed to finally hit a 100-day streak in Wordle. We had been close a few times earlier this year but a missed day had us restart from the beginning.
My navigator got fed up with traffic and decided to drive virtually.
Hell, mate! If you're not wearing a helmet… and there are cops nearby.
Hell, mate! If you're wearing a helmet under a Virgo sky at noon in Chennai…
Racing through memory lane...