Roof With A View
Armed with a book, today’s “Hindu” newspaper and my laptop computer, I relax.
My morning may have been busy supervising the staff, taking the ferry across to the mainland for a shopping excursion, or visiting one of the many local art galleries.
But come noon, I aspire to avoid the foibles of the Englishman abroad.
Shielded by a colonnaded terracotta roof and bamboo blinds,
It is quiet
I rise from my planter’s chair as the sun begins to set over the Arabian Sea.
Twilight fades on another day.