It is almost 15 minutes to 3 am in Bangalore. I type these words as I feel the moist wind on the 6th floor of an apartment complex where my husband and I are staying as of now. I have an office to reach at 9 tomorrow morning and there are no signs of sleep. I wonder how many more men/ women would there be like me, wondering about life at these odd hours when all that is visible is the sleepy city's high rise buildings. Yea, the buildings seem very sleepy and the few trees that exist by their side are exhausted. I do not like this wetness which stuffs up my nose and lungs and makes breathing hard for me, especially in the night. The doctors call it allergy and I will take time to get used to it, perhaps the medicines will make it easier in the coming days. I have opened my windows wide and the ceiling fan is doing its job.
I am back.
P.S. I miss USA and it is 3 am now.