I am learning in Seattle. A lot. About things which I did not expect to learn.


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Driving in the Sahayadri hills, in the monsoon.

The rain comes down in torrents. The clouds turn into a gray mist, which wraps its miasma on the road. I drive the car past roaring waterfalls, which have gathered strength with the downpours. The windshield feels as if it's made of ground glass.

The tail lights of the cars ahead wink redly.

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Mother: First day of school!
K2: Nooo, covers please...
Mother: You don't need the blanket to wake up.
K2: It's too cold!
Mother: That's the idea. You'll get warmer as you wake up.
K2:It's TOO cold. I could get hypothermia.

Couldn't stop laughing after that!

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