.... the sound of home
the sloppy wet kisses of Lupe
snatches of train conversation during my commute
the trashy tabloid stories of Midday
Finding long forgotten books at those pavement book shops
those annual book exhibitions that I would sneak out from work to attend
coming home to the familiar smell of a home cooked meal
midnight walks along the street with lupe....and Alby and his posse for company
The faithful services of BEST bus #137 coming back from work
the undeniable convenience of a rickshaw ride
Sunday Mass and the reassuring presence of familiar faces around.
Knowing that there's family right down the hall
knowing that Goa is just a short plane ride away (...even though I rarely made it)
Monopoly with Ubergeek (which I almost won)
Ubergeek
Wierd birthday dinners with the whole family
the company of my dysfunctional siblings
reminescing about MSU with my "lost in neverland" friend
Mum and Dad trying to make me Fat whenever I'm in Dubai.
Lupe sleeping next to my feet
...not feeling alone so much.
Next week's post..Naked women at the Y ,by public demand... that ought to brighten things up.
