The doors of our house are wide open today and so are the windows. I can hear the whrooming airplane sounds, the twitter of the starlings, the soft rolling of the car tyres on tar roads, the squealing babies in creaky strollers and the thumping feet of enthusiastic joggers. An occasional bee gets in to the house creating mayhem in my six year old daughter, Asmaani's life.
This outside cacophony is music to my ears and I feel like I am back home in Mumbai. It has been ages actually since I have had the pleasure of having such a day in London. As I am reading the Book Thief the sun gets in my eyes and I simply blink not moving at all. I can even see the dust caking up on the shelves and the dinning table. But I am not complaining! I am making hay while the sun shines.... I am soaking up the summer sun for who knows, a frosty day might be round the corner!
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