Wednesday, 4 April 2018

#203

It's only been four years, but it seems like a lifetime, when I received these in a carton on a similarly hot afternoon, shipped all the way from New York by my sister Deepti.  She went to a considerable length of trouble to hunt for these books.  It was a moment of unadulterated happiness for me.
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