After a frantic rush to Heathrow on Sunday, I reached Bombay without too much bother on Monday around 1pm. Luckily I was so worn out after the weekend, I slept nearly the entire flight. After having pav bhaji and freshening up at my uncle's house, I went to the Willingdon Club to relax. I was about to fall asleep in the library so thought I'd better get outside. I told my uncle I was going to take a taxi to the mall. He had a few words with his bridge partners, and suddenly I found myself not in a Padmini but instead in an airconditioned car with a driver (whom you see in the photo). Ah, I needed this.
*edited to make it a bit brighter, for my dad!*
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