Cold winter morning.
The bustle --
Milk vans, sweepers,
Dawn commuters, early risers.
I, jet-lagged,
Awake since three,
Bundled up in my quilt and typing this;
Almost discharged.
I am in Delhi.
I am back.
Middlemarch
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