Well, I actually broke a leg. And then we had a great show. So there, the headline has been explained. What follows is the drama around it and lots of detail.
In my line of vision is the right foot shoe lying alone where it has been discarded when I walked in in my house from my tour. It is covered in dust, and is looking miserably alone. So it the right foot chappal lying at my bedside. But two right-foot footwear don’t make a pair. So they are sulking, missing their better halves who are probably cozying up in the shoe case, as I type. Remember, they are leftist? Radicals!
If you are looking for drama around the fracture, there is none. Just old age, I guess. Which in itself is very dramatic. I say old age not because am old. I meant it in the way that am getting old. My birthday is around the corner, you see.
While we are on birthdays, Divya celebrated hers on our trip. She got a great band to perform, picked up an awesome venue, packaged it like a tour and managed to sell it. Initially when no-one was picking our trip we thought people can see through it. But as the days came closer, people just joined in. It could be because of the long weekend. And most people are normal, in the sense that when they don’t have a plan they leave the panicking to the last moment. So limping on one foot and one walking stick, I showed my happiness at the turn out.