Friday, June 18, 2010

Days of Yore

I just had a long, personal chat with a colleague I adore and will miss when she has to leave. I hear sounds of trickling water from the prawn tank she inherited from someone else, the beeping tune of reversing trucks from the construction site next door and the low whirring of my tiny, overworked laptop.

It is 10pm on a Friday night, and this loser is still in the office.

I can't help but think about the incredible Sri Lanka holiday, so near yet so far. Food, kites, tuk tuks, nausea, curry, trains, tea, curry, nausea, braised cabbage...

Here's a photo I took at the train station - the little boy who made time pass in the blink of an eye.
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