I’d rather be in Mumbai right this second, slouching lazily on my apartment couch with bad quality wifi and a children’s book (Matilda to be specific), in my palms. I’d rather be dancing my days away and strolling along the beaches waves at night— Chaat in one hand, money in the other. I’d rather be fighting to grab a taxi on my way to the mall, be paying minimally for the best street food in the entire world. I’d rather be relaxed and stress free and all the things I want to be. In Mumbai.
It is exactly 85 degrees in my house, or at least that is what my thermostat says.
Girlfriends make life better. From Beyonce concerts to exploring the city on a Monday night - life becomes better.
Music, awesome... Children around me dreadful
Back to basics
El tiempo pasa
Home is where the jack-fruit is. A pungent perk of being Filipino.