Before this: http://www.youtube.co/watch?v=vD6LA90PebM&feature=related
Then .. that we are preparing to winter. A real one, a whole continent.
The sink leaks and the drop (drop drop) falls. At night. Drop. Cade. Again. Distracting thoughts of insomnia. You get up. It's hot-hot. In the light of the road corridor that filters through the cracks of the blinds lowered draws you into strips. Pass the playlist of positive thoughts. The image of children in Havelock uniform but barefoot. 
And it rains a tropical storm pre-monsoon raises the strong smell of the jungle around. The palms stretched along the road are caught in the windows of the bus with no windows and jumping all over their old worn wooden seats, laughing and hoping no - do not die now, before the children in a front against the only other island bus. "Robin recalls the here - now how do you I learned not to miss. " A sip from the open bottle of cold beer in the fridge for ages and then hold strong on the tap of the sink and go back to bed. Breathe well (I know you often forget) - India is far away now, Havelock perhaps never existed.
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