New York City has an unpredictable climate. It was hot yesterday and suddenly, it is cold and cloudy today. As I sip my tea on a Saturday morning, I look outside the window and stare at the clouds for a while. Suddenly, I go on a memory trip that takes me back to my carefree and no responsibilities days in Bangalore. Just like today, I would sit on our balcony, drink tea and stare at clouds. Well, I am kidding – tea was an excuse to sit out and check out the hot girl who used to be our neighbor in…
Indian-Sage
by Prateek Khamesra