It is exactly 7 pm in India and 8.30 am in the U.S.
Just a regular day at work for me, the same buzz, the same chatter that builds up to the time when markets open.
But my head is buzzing with a very different kind of a sound. It is faint, far away and a little distant. It’s the sound of Delhi’s gaffar market, where I spent many afternoons looking for an old broken walkman to write an obituary on.

Bangalore is getting colder by the night. And all I can think of is cold winters in Delhi. Walking around lodhi, stopping for a quick peg at Lodhi Garden Restaurant and then to Khan Chacha for a roll.
(All images from Google, please don't sue me)