Indian Sunrise

It's 6.30 AM on a Tuesday. As I type this, I can see from the corner of my eye, through the window, the first rays of the sun coming up from behind the buildings. My first Indian sunrise in a long time.

I don't really know why I got up so early. It's not normal for me, especially given I'm on holiday. Have been restless of late, because the holiday's drawing to a close. 3 more days left before I fly back to Melbourne. I've got this sinking feeling that I've got so much left to do, and I won't have have time to do it. Am mildly stressed. I'm just being paranoid. Always get this way when it's time to leave.

It's been a great holiday. It's been a little more than a month. A good, long holiday. Was telling Rat yesterday (oh, well, actually, she was telling me) that it feels like ages since it started, and at the same time, it feels so short. One big huge blur that just whizzed by. It feels like I've barely recovered from my jetlag and now here I am blabbering about an Indian sunrise.

Hopefully, I'll make the time and effort to write about the holiday at some point. That depends largely on how much work I'll have when I get back to Melbourne. After all this incessant partying, I wonder if I'll actually be able to put in a full day's work ever again.

Have piled on the kilos as well. Wonder if I'll fit into my suit? Hmmm.....

Oh well, I'll have to wait and see. Still have these 3 days to get through. Right now, I think I'll go bond with my grandmother and see if I can get her to make me some coffee. Shortly after that, will consider seizing the day and all that jazz.