Lust for travel beckons. Urge to pack my bags, look up the cafes next to where we are staying. Look up the local markets and their hours. Tokyo comes to mind. London too. What about Copenhagen?

But first, India. Need to mend a broken promise. Desire to walk those dusty streets is too compelling.

Mom’s birthday today. 74th she said. May she live a long and happy and healthy life. May we enjoy many more memories together.

Short notes they seem. These are words from a fluid mind. Unrelenting cold at work.