Rants

In another hour, I would have spent seven uninterrupted hours in this cafe. I did the same yesterday as well. Today, my laptop-engaged fingers are tired already, I am hungry, I have digested the turkey sandwich I had four hours ago, I have had three potent shots of caffeine since the time I came, yet, there is still an armload of writing to finish. I teach both my classes tomorrow (and also on Wednesdays and Fridays) so there is the preparation of that left. I am also supposed to meet a friend for dinner tonight. On Mondays, because of various obligations, I am required to be on campus from 8 in the morning to 9 at night.

At this point, all that I really want is another pair of hands. And possibly, more hours in a day? What else?
Karim's sheermal and brain masala, some good ittar from Lucknow, a personal concert by Josh Groban, a long drive along the rolling hills of Idaho, the touch of the cool floor at my grandparents' house in Calcutta or of my mother's hands, and most importantly, the ability to write effortlessly without the need for several drafts.