Finished my night shift just as the first bus from Matheran must be winding past those green ridges. Here, it is still pitter-patter on the asbestos, and my tea tastes of the bakery puff I had at 3 a.m.—a small, flaky luxury. It makes me smile, thinking of you all up there in the mist, while I am down here with my mop and old Mohanlal song for company. Sheri, rest well.
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