Can't hardly wait.

Soon I leave for Bombay. Dirty, stinky, gorgeous land of my childhood. I will be there for a good ten days. Living in civilisation. The eateries will resound with joy. The shops will put out buntings. My neighbourhood grocery store will darken the windows. The loudmouth compulsive spender has returned. The gourmand is coming back. The waiters are shuddering already.

I have spent my last day at work cleaning my keyboard with my cleanliness obsessed friend's secret recipe. Because after my soon-to-be-ex-colleagues get used to the eerie silence I've left behind. After they realise that they no longer have to wear sunglasses inside to protect their eyes from a certain colleague's attire. After the office stops ringing from Britney Spears music played at full volume. And when there is no longer too much pink happening; let it at least be said that she had a clean keyboard.