Sometimes in Mumbai you swear you're in England.
But then a man in a skirt walks by and you say, 'Phew! I'm in India.'
But for a second you think you flew to London on accident. And you review the previous few nights to jog your memory. Then you wonder if you packed your contact lenses.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I forgot my memory
Labels:
acciental trips,
contact lenses,
london,
mumbai
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