Can't call Powai travel really but it feels like it.
Missing home like I am far away.
Nothing particular that I can name but there is something different.
I miss you BBB.
Powai is different from what Bombay is.
Also its this time of the day, I mean night.
There is something very temporary about life these days.
Nothing seems stable.
Every thing changing everyday. Some growing some withering,
Is this life?
Pictures and sketches of
Jyoti's house coming up soon.
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