Jyoti Basu finally popped it. Yesterday, which was a Sunday and probably the coldest and the most beautiful Sunday of this winter, despite all my prayers of him dying midweek. Now I'm sitting at work mourning.
I went out for a smoke. It's beautiful outside. You get this kind of daylight only in winters, the mellow and lazy light. My kind of light. But I have a tubelight in my cubicle/workstation.
I really want to punch someone in the face. Anyone.
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